Saturday, May 15, 2021

Poem a Day 15

The Stars are Consolations

The stars are consolations;
they drop a spirit-balm,
a dew of honeyed silver
that stills the storm to calm.

The stars sang in the morning;
God calls them all by name.
They sing the hymns of glory,
forever new and same.

My heart with stars rejoices;
they heal all doubt and pain.
When I am droughted country,
the starlight is my rain.

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