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We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do

well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark

place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts . . .

---2 Peter 1:19

Could light, itself, be just an aberration
throughout the cosmos, an anomaly,
a temporary pause in entropy.
Could absolute zero be the summation
of all existence---last equality---
elusive endpoint of our destiny,
in which starlight is just a flashing blip,
a little glow and warmth implausiby
disrupting a dark, cold chronology?
This would make out of love and fellowship
(and their foremost and finest exultation---
the many measures of our poetry)
falsehoods of an amoral mockery,
hurled to an endless sentence without plea,
a fate that crushes even memory.
But faith does not despair at this distress,
not counts life always halving, always less
(for such would be a misinterprettion).
Rather, the cosmos is a first display,
a joyous and exultant intimation
meant to encourage (and also relieve
those who are anxious for the future's score---
that, as was promised, will be so much more
than thought of in human imagination),
like foil-wrapped gifts beneath a tinseled tree
pine scented on a cozy Christmas Eve;
or dawn's bright splendor in cloudless array
(with pastel eggs in grass) on Easter Day.

Starward

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