Stars
The
stars at night shine down on me
from
the glory of the sky
and
with my eyes, I can see
just
why the heavens question why.
They
twinkle in the rising air
gleaming,
for those who look
see
the wonders of nature so fair
of
the skies within our book.
Is
not the glory of our world
the
same as one would see
from
out there on another mold
gleaming
down on thee?
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BOB KING
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