The Path Of The Stars

Poem By Thomas S. Jones Jr.

Down through the spheres that chant the Name of One
   Who is the Law of Beauty and of Light
   He came, and as He came the waiting Night
Shook with the gladness of a Day begun;
And as He came, He said: Thy Will Be Done
   On Earth; and all His vibrant Words were white
   And glistering with silver, and their might
Was of the glory of a rising sun.

Unto the Stars sang out His Living Words
   White and with silver, and their rhythmic sound
   Was as a mighty symphony unfurled;
And back from out the Stars like homing birds
   They fell in love upon the sleeping ground
   And were forever in a wakened world.

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