One February Night

by Emmy Borromeo

 One February night,

She gazed at the sky adorned with twinkling dots

Then streams of tears

          fell from her eyes

That pair of eyes you can’t visibly spot

Where unspoken feelings reside, where deep emotions hide

She started to count those twinkling dots

And realized that like her tears, those she can’t all count

But she knows of a Great Someone who can number

Those moans and cries, those blinks and flickers

With that, all the more she recognized, How great He is! How great He is!

Looking upon the spotted evening blanket

Memories unforgettable flashed in her mind

Poignant, blissful

H ea r t                          and  heartwarming

bre a king,

They spark as the night sky jewels do, giving a gratifying sensation—

At all times- high and low- she was aided by that Great Someone

With Him, she was able to cope; with Him, her eyes are filled with hope

Later on, she again cried, How great He is! How great He is!

And as one star will soon outshine the tiny, twinkling dots

She will always have with her the picture of that evening

When she cried a river of thankful tears

Which soothed away her lingering fears

And if in this world, she’d have to have some more weeping

She would just gaze at that sky adorned with unfathomable wonders

Where tears will be wiped, where pain will no longer be felt

And where eternally, she could shout

How great He is!

How great He is!

How great He is!