Under the stars.
Under the black black velvet sky dotted with myriads of stars
In the arms of the Milky Way deep in December a child was born.
The night was silent and hushed until a baby cried.
Almost sixty years later and those stars still shine.
Many souls have come and gone sine then.
As children whenever we saw a shooting star
Someone would say " See there! Another soul goes to Heaven".
Thousands of millions of stars, beyond and beyond eternity-and still beyond
Further than the eye can see.
Two men sat behind prison bars
One looked down and saw but mud
The other looked up and saw stars
That other one was me.
In the morning the birds join all together in the dawn chorus.
They know how to worship The King.
All of Nature exults
God gives serenity
He gives hope to man.
The purple mountain still blooms on like a silent sentinel.
Year in year out
The seasons come and go.
A little Robin red breast eats her berries and is glad.
The Blackbirds thrill in the evening time
While the stealthy fox ventures forth for food.
Down the avenue in May the Rhodies bloom.
Summer follows Spring and so it will again.
You can count on Him.
The silky caps will grow in circles
In the cricket field.
The stone boat house sits silently
Where the little water hens go.
Will the the graceful swans swim again
Amongst the reeds?
No answers to questions
Such as these.
"0f course they will"
He says. Afterall this is His world
He smiles on all who's there.
We shall walk down the avenue
Again.
We shall warm ourselves
After a cold brisk walk in Winter
At the fire of our dreams
We have memories such as these.
Now we are old and worn
And some of us have passed on.
Gone to the Pleiades.
The circle of life and seasons
Burn and turn
The rutting of the deer has come.
Nature will reveal her secrets
When the babes are born.
And so it goes
Beneath the stars
The night that you are born.
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