When nights were clear of modern Man
And what pollution's done,
The telescopes could better scan
Far further than the sun...
Such that we must look up and sigh
With lesser stars to see,
Upon God's precious velvet sky,
With lesser mystery...
But Man explores and scans above,
No clouds to intervene,
At all the stars we're meant to love
When they're more clearly seen...
And oh what wonders fill the mind,
What secrets there unfold?
God's Cosmos realm we're meant to find
And with awe to behold...
Some go to sleep as stars glide past,
While others stay awake,
Astronomers from first to last
Who stare and photos take...
And these they share across the globe,
To show what came to pass,
When God created, full of hope,
The sun, the moon... the stars!
Denis Martindale July 2016.
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