Evening Praise

Stretched out bare,
  in a bright night sky,
   silhouetted and still.
Arms and hands
   waving in praise
     to the Creator.

Listening hard
  for the sounds
   of limbs speaking.
Surely, sounds
  unheard here,
   are rising upward.

All around us
  waits with joy
    for the cry,
the soft sound
  from the stable,
   a child, a Savior.