Poetry: A poem for a place

A poem for a place

Have you changed
Or was it I?
I've walked your streets
Sat under your night sky
Your rooms feel haunted
With the ghosts of what
I've been Is it better, is it worse?
Can't make sense of what I've seen

So here I am again
I've dwelt with you before
You look much the same
Don't know about me anymore
Soon I must depart again
I will surely be back one day
Then I'll wander your roads again
Maybe then I'll find my way


 (c) Joanna Holman

Poetry: Under the stars

Leave behind the city lights
Come
Sit under a billion stars
Watch
A million galaxies spin above our heads

Under the stars we are small
Tiny people on a tiny planet
In our own little corner of this galaxy
And yet grace has come
Love has come
To us

Ancient constellations above our heads
Look
Solar systems become a speck
See
Shooting stars come falling down

How deep the universe
How deep his love for us
How far the stars
How far has he removed our sins from us