Configured stars above revolve around
In changeless cycles round a fixéd star.
Pure wonderment looks up from lowly ground
As lonely men still wonder who they are.
Vast spaces, distant points of light, night sky
Cause man to ponder life, and love, and all –
Existence questioned; and man wonders why
The world is big, while all his span is small.
Another fixéd star above appears -
That point about which all things turn around,
That radiant light that frightens all our fears
On which existence finds its solid ground.
God’s love – that point, that light, that star – gives peace:
The hope for greater life and joy’s increase.
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