She looks down
On you 

In your stark prison cell

And I so far from
Look up at her

She looks down 
On each child
Alone in a loveless dorm

She looks down 
On hungry homeless

And every bombed-out 
Empty hollow hulk

Of building everywhere

Everywhere her soft light
Touches suffering below:
How does her silver heart

Not waver?

She looks down
Through dark and

Comfort she offers
Is in light
And constancy
And reliability

Silently whispering
“I’m here; I see, I witness, I know”

When separated 
Aching souls
All look up

There is comfort
They see:
Her –

Waxing, full, eclipsing, waning, and new –

At the same time
The Watcher and the Watched