Celestial Opus - Poem by Saint Eule
Musical compositions written in the sky,
One such constellation is the one we call Libra.
Are stars just musical notes written for the wise,
Or are we just a peeping Tom admiring sweet Godiva.
The wise read the stars as maps to holy places,
Hidden portals and the manger of baby Jesus.
Romantics adore their light in admiration,
Sharing with their lovers astral presentation.
Celestial art far beyond our comprehension,
How great thou art! To create such a view.
A gift to billions of people on earth and afar,
Celestial Opus, Father-the great conductor you.
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