08 May, 2014

Seven Sisters

Stars are born, stars will die,
but they've told the same stories 
since the very first night.
They've told us of a hunter,
they've drawn an endless drinking cup,
they've painted wide in southern skies
a glowing cross for pilgrim eyes.

I have watched them rise and fall,
I've read the silver tales -
but there's one I love best of all:

The Seven Sisters standing close
singing joy into the sky;
windows in the dark
letting glory shine through.

A constellation firm in place,
the glowing net for all my cares
recites a Maker's power
on the nights I need to know
that someone looks on me with love
and that beauty can outlast
all the wars we wage.

I have watched them rise and fall,
I've read the silver tales -
but I love the Seven Sisters best of all.

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