by Dana Zeghib
What do you know about the sun?
It only conceals the starlight of its neighboring heavens
At day, we would dismiss the stars’ presence
And have it hover at the edge of our remembrance
But stars have always been there, chanting their worth
But no one seems to bother
We tend to forget who sided with us during times of war
And who substituted the sun’s temporal light
With a constant, gentle luminance that never did depart,
Illuminating paths and enriching our sights
In the solace of the night, when shadows play their part,
The stars, like silent guardians, perform their art
They remind us of those who stand firm, steadfast and true,
Those whose light persists in the darkest blues
For in life’s deepest shadows, where we stand alone,
It’s the stars, not the sun, that guide us home
Their whisper in the darkness, a serene, silent plea,
To remember those who light our world,
Though they may not always be seen
So, let’s cherish the sun for the warmth it brings,
But also the stars—the unseen strings
For in the tapestry of life, both near and far,
We find guidance from the sun, but comfort in our stars
© Dana Zeghib 2024-03-10