The ageing of the stars is forever
its birth to me is not a mystery
talk about the galaxies
ponder on the million light years
marvel at Jupiter, be in awe of the earth
ask the sun, who fathered you?
and the moon, at whose feet were you nursed?
the evidence of the heavens
so perfect yet sophisticated
so wild yet definite
the nature of my second grace
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Birth of stars and galaxies is not a mystery. This is a reality but wonderful. Nature is the second grace. First grace comes from God. Brilliant sharing is done.10