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.
