Oh! thou countless points of light
that scat’red ‘cross the sky this night
thou dost create a wondrous sight
so even darkness becomes bright
thou shineth down on one and all
we look to thee and feel so small
it might be easy now to fall
down on our knees, and in thy thrall
call out to thee as gods afar
and pray to thee, “how great thou are”
to worship each and every star
that shines upon this orb of tar
but thou art tiny in compare
to the Great THOU who put thee there
~~
at dVerse, the prompt is “stars”. Stars always remind me of how small I am in comparison to the vastness of the universe…but being one who believes in a God who created all, I need to remind myself that even the cosmos pale in comparison to the One who made all.
I have been consciously avoiding iambic poetry for a while, but felt the need to write in that meter today. This is iambic tetrameter.
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This is a wonderful poem.. I love how you have used the old language and meter, as it feels even more like a psalm.. and yes a starry sky makes you feel really small..
Thanks Bjorn. Yes, this felt as if it needed an older style of speech.
Wow, Bryan, this gave me a chill. I found the classic style just ideal for it and it almost felt as though it could be put to music with a harpsichord and complex choral arrangement. I like how you incorporate aspects of Christmas carols and hymns. Very nice.
Love the use of archaic language here 😀 adds a certain magic to the poem 😀
I admire the classic poetic form Bryan ~ Like you I feel small when seeing the stars but the Great Architect is the greatest of all ~ Thanks for sharing ~
I absolutely love this! I love your rhyme scheme, I love the language you chose, and I love your conclusion. Peace, Linda
Thanks Linda. I thought you might like this one 🙂
Oh Bryan. This has such an antique and reverent beauty to it. Truly indeed like a psalm – old language for old stars. This is just a wonder in its form and feel. This poem has become part of my devotionals for this evening. Thank you.
this feels like a journey to the past – rhytmic and comforting
This is like going back in time – it has the antique feel, a language we have not yet fully understood. Beautiful!
every word is so steeped in reverence for Him…
Yes, we are so very small compared to the stars above. Your poem gives honor to the One who should be honored for making the darkness BRIGHT.
A timeless quality to this poem, no doubt thanks also the iambic tetrameter (a nice change from pentameter) and the archaic ‘thou’ and ‘thee’. I feel transported back to Elizabethan times!
A most reverent tribute to the stars and the One who created them. I love your speech in this too, Bryan. A perfect choice.
I simply love this. I was hoping someone would achieve some starlit cadence. You have done so, brilliantly.
Well done, Bryan, in the classic style of times of old….like a song or prayer. I could almost hear bells in the background..and the orb of tar is a great term.
“Orb of tar” was actually my weakest part (in my opinion), but there are only so many things that rhyme with star. ..
“Thou” — anthropocentric ambitions. Nice poetry
A lesson for human..
no star.. no grain
of sand..
no human
as great
as GOD..
to speak
a word of
God’s language
in humanly
designed
way..:)