One night when sky again caused me to swoon -
Transcending beauty of what God once wrought,
A planet and Orion, crescent moon -
There was a shooting star that blazed - this thought:
Since Jesus was like us in ev'ry way,
It would not seem unseemly or a quirk
That He gazed at the sky, after a day,
And marveled, too - at His own handiwork.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem