Upon the Strings of Heaven
Above the hills behind the village church
The swirling stars beseech the golden moon.
Upon what strings of heaven do you perch?
And how is brightness hurled with true love strewn?
Do tell us now, oh moon, and end our search.
The fields of gravity exist attune!
And make the starry nights a lover’s dream.
Sweet gifts from God do keeps man’s life agleam.