A STARRY NIGHT
High up in the mountains, in the darkness of night,
Blackness in the forest, the unknown bringing fright.
But higher even still a panorama glows.
The moon and stars bright shine, my heart can know repose.
The pantheon of stars, trillions in their brilliance,
How came all these to be? And such magnificence!
Each one stands so nobly, such portraits of splendor!
Each like a burning torch, for God in His grandeur.
High up on this mountain the quiet hush of night,
In the cold of darkness my heart can see His light.
No power of the night can wield its mastery.
Heart’s hope kindled afresh beneath His majesty.