I've been thinking that if the stars are (to You) small and dear, diamonds skeined through the tissue of sky by Your fond fingers,
and if, on any given night, You do not merely stand back, admiring Your astral handiwork (finished an infinite number of nights ago), but instead begin afresh, newly sequinning the heavens – naming, calling, loving each and every star for pure delight alone –
I wonder then whether perhaps Your thoughts of me are even more precious – that maybe rather than surveying me from afar, You long to catch my hand, swing me into the celestial dance, laughter me through the cosy vastness, while the stars sing around us, joying in Your delight in (small, dear) me.
About this Poem
Jeannie Prinsen lives in Kingston with her husband, daughter, and son and teaches an online essay-writing course at Queen's. Her poetry has appeared in Juniper Magazine, Barren Magazine, and elsewhere. Find her on Twitter at @JeanniePrinsen and on her blog.
"When I wrote this, I'd been reading G.K. Chesterton's Orthodoxy and was struck by two things: how his feeling that the cosmos was small and cosy, not vast and cold, helped bring him to faith; and also his idea that maybe God creates the world anew each morning because He likes doing enjoyable things over and over, just as children do."
Joy Journals
Jason Heroux is interested in seeing what your "joy journal" looks like. What sort of images and moments and memories would be in there? Please send an example of a page from your joy journal to poetlaureate@cityofkingston.ca with the words "Joy Journal" in the subject line. It can be a poem, a list, a paragraph ... anything you like. A few submissions may be selected to appear as upcoming posts on the Poetry Blackboard.