The Message Poem by Jan Sand

I=ve heard it said stars twinkle
Because their long path
Hits an atmospheric wrinkle
That twists the slim beam
To left or right,
To frustrate the message
That would cry from the night,
That here, a billion years ago,
Before there was a human eye
To wonder why the density of opacity
Was pierced by something bright and high
That needled down from space,
From total emptiness to deny
The crushing loneliness of nothing.
Here appears a mystery from the sky,
A cosmic firecracker
Rendering at one point the pall,
The silent quietus
That would enshroud us all.