Night Sky Screen

Puny me, Bandar like, Stood there, Shaking, And gazing, The night sky, Neck ached, With the effort, As I saw a sky, That was neat and clear, Bejeweled, With cool a breeze, In atmosphere, I looked beyond, At the spectacle, At the twinklers, Near and far, How bountiful, Was the creator? He had given me this night, With astonishing ornaments, They were worlds, Far bigger than ours, We have only scratched, Knowledge of them, When we would, Use them full, For it is said, That the creator, Had created, Everything with a purpose, What was the purpose, Of these worlds, Not simply ornamental, Nor that creator, Proved with them decisively, That he was above all, It is in future that, We would know more, And read into their meaning, As of today, They simply do atmosphere screening.