Life’s Most Basic Matter: Donna Webber-Adams

Through the windowpane, I gaze into the night sky
and see a star, a special star,
shining more brightly, more boldly
than the universe of stars surrounding it.
I watch the star, the shimmer, the glimmer
Of dazzling light
bouncing off dark masses
of Life’s Most Basic Matter.
And suddenly, I start to image
that this star of wonder, star of bright,
star of such beauty bright
is Heaven’s gate.
I imagine that beyond Heaven’s gate
the everlasting souls of our dearly departed loved ones
are protected for eternity
from dull, flat, frigid air
and the endlessly expanding lifelessness of black holes.
I imagine that a poor, wretched soul as I,
with a heart encased in stone,
broken by bitter elements tormenting a scorched earth:
wicked winds,
pounding rain and rogue waves,
frigid cold,
searing heat
Can reach the star
that is Heaven’s gate
I imagine that a poor, wretched soul as I,
with a heart poisoned by
the ill will of a mirage
promising an oasis in the desert;
a viper’s venom;
acrid water
from a muddy, murky pond
Can reach the star
that is Heaven’s gate
I can imagine, can I not?