By Leah Jordan Meahl
O majestic watchman of the night,
Whose soft iridescent glow transfixes,
Stops me dead in awe of your sight,
No eye can avoid your captivating presence.
The world’s lighthouse, brilliant and true
Takes gentle care of what lies in darkness.
Each sundown reveals your face anew,
Big, bright, and beautiful evening symbol
More than just a wishing star
The face of my Guardian so near—yet so far.
-LJM
Psalm 136:7-9
Leah Jordan Meahl 