Behold the stars!
It matters not how many light-years spent
those distant rays to reach our waiting earth;
so far away they were, yet have arrived.
Else we could not see them and declare,
Like color of the rose, their light's in me!
Cast down earth weights—waking dreams
of man without dominion over sin,
or sighs of sorrow that we must begin
again. We fall to rise, and we are farther on—
living, radiant beams that never leave the light.
Or, like a meek unflickering flame,
defiant of the dark,
our hearts are full of laughter, we have won;
not like children who have scarce begun,
but like a warrior remembering well
the first time he was healed and filled with joy.
Like light of star, the healing Truth goes on
in Love's unfading evening tenderness.
Shed the drooping spirit with a song,
and with new living childlike hope along the way,
rejoice in living!
