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.