Through The Belt Of Orion Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

Diamonds, he placed
With his index and thumb
Carefully paced
For a world to come

Watch them presently
Beneath God’s hand
Shining pleasantly
To his command

Each, his own role
Tracing to Zion
To liven the soul
Through the belt of Orion

To guide the skippers
On their lonely sails
Or to make up the dippers
And Pisces’s tail

Diamonds, he shoots, diamonds he flares
Diamonds he makes, diamonds he shares
Oh, if not for those diamonds he wears
There would be nothing, nothing there!

He drops them many
In flashes they stream
He shoots them plenty
For his people to dream