What if each star was a word you could write,
That told of a wide and beautiful night?
And what if our words for worlds dim to sight,
Then echoed out to those small points of light?
As if stars need words to give them assist!
For they learned to sing long before we all lived.
While we strive to describe they simply exist,
And remind us of all the descriptions we've missed!
But hear now, each orb of delicate flame-
Already has a wonderful name!
And strung out in strands through their Milky domain,
They sing about GOD, not we who give names.
Yet names we still give; plain numbers and letters,
Our apologies stars, we need to do better!
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The Quiet Strangers
PoetrySometimes I think poems are like quiet strangers in the corner of the room waiting to be known. Only when time is taken to approach them is their richness revealed. Here you will find poems on nature, loss, hope, and the soul. Simple topics some mig...
