A Policeman’s Awe
The stars are right lined up that way,
Which, though it’s not a thing I say,
Still moves me when the sight is seen –
Like driving home last evening:You see, the crescent moon at dusk,
With Venus bright – so close to us –
And Jupiter – triangle formed;
Just like the star when Christ was born.Three brightest items in the night,
So close to us, clear to our sight;
Without the other stars out yet,
A sight I will not soon forget.But gazing at the stars is not
The way to drive – which I forgot;
Then suddenly lights blue and red –
I stopped, and then policeman said:“What were you looking up at it, Stu?
I watched you drive with close-up view.”
I told him – said he’d watched it too;
“For information, hey, thank you.”He let me go, said to keep it down,
“It’s fifty clicks this part of town”;
He asked what kind of work I do;
I said, “Write fiction”, which is true.Strange, no one asks what work You do
Lord Jesus, Father, Spirit too;
That’s more the point – You work through us –
Seen in the stars and moon and such.Your great creation – outer space –
Is seen up there by human race;
Conjunction of two planets formed
Perhaps the Star when Christ was born.And Spirit – moving cop to awe,
As he drove ’round, at what he saw;
That he could see above the grime,
Of wretched life at evening time.I doubt I could police work do –
The darker sides of me and you
Are central focus of their lives,
So in this cesspool life can thrive.So thank you, sir, not just for grace,
But seeing high above this place;
Like shepherds watching flocks by night,
The work of God within their sight.