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Star Light, Star BrightPosted Sunday, February 13, 2011, at 5:43 PM
So much of God's sky is no longer seen, with all the man made light dimming the sky. Away from the city, away from lightbulbs, and a glorious scene meets the eye. From God, to you.
By Arley Steinhour 021311
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight,
Wish I may, wish I might, have a wish on you tonight.
A game, we played most every night,
To see who spotted 'First Star Light.'
Day's work was done after last chore, our meal was upon the table,
We'd heap food on plate, dash out the door, to play the night star fable.
Most evenings, by the time we sat down, placed plate upon our knees,
First star would show its light, low in Eastern sky so we were pleased.
Wishes made, we each got one, to hold as our hearts panted,
Giving us high-hope, some day, our wish just might be granted.
No one knew the wish we made, the secret we must keep,
Or the wish would just be wasted, and we'd cry ourselves to sleep.
Food all gone, and plate sopped clean, we focused on the sky,
The show lit so fantastic, when the Milky-way stuck the eye.
How could a person count that high, to number each star up in the sky,
Are there people looking back our way, wondering why we wonder why?
Shimmering, shining, and sparkling, Milky-Way made like a movie,
We imagined people living there, just like us would be so groovy.
Slowly, slowly East to West, Milky-Way made it's night time trek,
Laughing and pointing at the brighter stars, could make a crick in neck.
Alas, we never got to see the whole trip across the sky,
Sand-man must need have his way, putting night dust in the eye.
Sunrise chores to Sunset dinner needed every daylight hour,
Children need a good nights sleep, if they're to grow to Human Flower.
Grandma always called us in about ten thirty o'clock each night,
By then our eyes were heavy and tired, we didn't give her a fight.
Fast asleep, the dreams would flow, like fresh spring water, hot.
About all the places that we didn't see, but felt some day we aught.
The rooster's crowing heralded the Sun, another day awaken,
Each day and night much the same, so I close to eggs and bacon.
We prayed for meals, and when going to bed, plus Church, and little more,
The life we had as children I say, Praised God, for His blessings at our door.
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