Home At Night
The brilliant night is rich with hopeful stars
And I, alone, can see them, feel their joy
As I stand on the balcony and Mars
Recedes and Venus forges an alloy
Of Mercury and Saturn, both asleep.
Bright Hesperus! Help me the night to keep,
And teach me kindness and humility,
Whereby I let go of sweet reverie.
There is a way that God has ever made,
To stand, exalted, in his holy shade
And dream of Him, held focused in the heart.
Why, this, on Earth, shall be my lowly art.
Whereby I'll climb the Stairway to the Sun,
Lift center of the cloth, bless everyone.
Copyright © Andrew Fairchild | Year Posted 2021
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