When the stars wink, glittering above me,
it feels as if they do beacon to come nearer,
when I see them stretching to the horizon,
forming patterns or even drawing lines
in the dark ink,
the whole of heaven is covered,
far too awesome to comprehend
with the glory procreated by a almighty God;
when the stars wink.
Later even the bats stop their frolicking,
an owl flutters past when a mouse squeals
and then I do realize
how insignificant man is on this earthly place
while a star jumps for a moment,
when the stars wink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Gert, A poem that truely discribes Gods vast creations. Loved it. If you have a free moment could you read either The beauty of God or LORD how I love thee. Thank you for the lovely poem. Alice