as we grow up,
our sense of wonder fades:
nothing is more tragic than this.
when i feel the child within me dying,
and the fires of curiosity are nothing but embers within me,
my eyes turn towards the heavens..
God is a great artist
and the sky is his canvas-
nothing is so beautiful as the stars themselves.
the wonder i feel when i absorb their celestial light!
a heavenly glow within my soul shines through;
all of the darkness in my life is brightened away by their sheer beauty.
oh, the stars call to me!
'we are wonderful, ' they say,
revel in our glory and be happy tonight.'
the child within me leaps toward the night lights of the world,
and feels adored by them all...
(October 1,2005; Hilo, Hawai'i)