City Lights Poem by Esther Thornburg

Bewond the city lights
The stars shine bright.
Not dimmed by lights below
Unseen be those beneath the glow
Who are busy running to and fro.

When might they begin to learn?
Out on Observation Hill it shows
Bright stars, through the ages, shinning still,
Not of man's making but God's will
Shinning on until time is fulfilled.

A message they brought to those of old,
Of the virgin, and the child to hold,
Of the surpent, of the shepherd, for the fold,
Of the cross, and of slavation, foretold.
Beyond the realm of stars is more.

The glorious throne of God is high above all.
It is unsimmed by city lights.
It is untouched by earth's decay or blight.
It shines on when time is gone.
It shines on eternally long.