A Treat By the Heavens

And for this, shall my soul find solace Every time my eyes behold the sky- that majestically hollow place. I'll take in the effulgence of the moon; As swell icing on a cake, shall I indulge this boon. And these stars... From deep within with ambrosial luster have they concealed my scars. Now shall my heart cry "Shalom! Shalom!" For my soul has savoured and known divine pulchritude. Shalom! And my troubles shall be rolled away (in the morn)- With the clouds, as a new man shall be born. Indeed, my lectus regium- the soothing bedding of the heavens Which you provided for my rest of days and nights in sevens. To the ends of the worlds and beyond shall my words run Bearing news that all these have I been served by the sun.