Stars in eyes,
I follow hope
to a tiny one,
enclosed in atoms
in whose power atoms live.
The Word at heart
now wordless, but for cries,
joining beast and sheep,
skitter and feather fluffle,
soothed by tones human and angel.
Four-footed friends ’round him
whisper peace,
hardly a breath as even beauty awed
is bested by rose-bud lips
and eyes so vast,
a cosmos of stars
in their depths.