Poem for 2. 12. 12 revisited and revised to now be classed as a poem. R.R.
The joy of looking at the stars,
So simple, so misunderstood,
little dots of sunray bars.
Now just scientifically forefilled,
Beyond all doubt to be but suns
All of them just scattered,
There throughout our corner
Of the universe, we see these ones.
Where our city lights don’t shine brightly,
Out there on the flat plains nightly,
They dance over our Earth’s sky.
Or out there at sea they dress
than dark dome, with speckled spots.
There the milky- way
Is what they say.
The splash of milk from a fully
Formed maternal breast.
I look at stars in a slightly different way.
Because a simple friend once said,
The stars are but us when dead,
Singing sweet songs to those still living
Here on this Earth, as if giving,
their song of their once learnt life,
singing to let us know
when all is done there we also go.
Stop and look up and listen, he said.
This simple friend then hummed,
A tune, his star song which he will take to his grave
And beyond because he just believed
Without question the tune
was a star song, to be retrieved.
So next time when you go look at the stars,
Remind your scientific brain,
That a song belongs to each sun there,
Singing its ecclesial tune
throughout our milky- way.
And my friend it is scientifically proven, they say.
YOU ARE READING
Today I will Be.
PoetryThis is the first poem of this last month of 2012. I am challenging myself to post a poem every day for this month. They are my gift to you all for I hope that they will be all uplifting of your spirits and sing with joyful notes. From June through...
