This lyric poem deals with humility in the pursuit of a dream or ambition, here symbolized by stars.
“Beneath the Stars”
Tonight I am alone on top of a verdant hill
Numbering the stars as the world stands still;
Curiously I study the natives of heaven
Through my private line to God from Eden.
God’s kingdom does not seem far away,
It’s close as the thoughts I wish to say;
Then, a song dares me to bring the sky nearer
By plucking the stars to hold God closer.
While the antique hill kisses the jeweled sky
I sing to lure the terrified stars nearby;
My puny arm strains to reach their perfection,
And measure God’s thoughts and His creation.
The diamond stars, stubborn to my reach,
Scoff at me for my crude, childish breach:
“Remember we’re above in honor of the sun,
You’re below in memory of the Great One.”
Then, from heaven a soft voice replies:
“Bard of the stars, hail my works, arise;
You’re My masterpiece with a gold head,
But your tender heart with music I fed;
If you can number the stars in a dark night
And lure them with our song in their fright,
Build your dreams beneath their lofty height
And My Love will guide you with their light.” ###
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