Millions of Stars: A Poem

I walk

through dark

fields

.

grain brushes

against

my legs

.

my hands touch

their

stalks

.

whispering

.

I look up

at

the skies

and see

millions of stars

.

you made them

you made me

.

I am in awe

.

the air is cold

on my face

.

I breath it in

and out

.

and it

fills my lungs

.

I can say nothing

 nothing

.

nothing but Lord.

.

oh, Lord.

.

I am in awe

.

I walk

through dark

fields

.

silent

.

I am in awe.

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