I look up at the stars

(after Samuel Ha-Nagid)

I look up at the stars
and they sparkle like drops of hail,
but where they are shining, with awesome power
there existence had to be planned to the finest detail.

They burn as if their power will never be spent,
are scattered in galaxy upon galaxy
and are numerous, almost without end,
as beacons to the glory and power of God.

Yet He calls them by name,
constructs their disposition, the way
that they are set
like a omnipotent magician

or maybe He gathers and leads them
as His shining flock,
while He shepherds even every stray one
by His great power, at His mere will.

[Reference: “I Look Up to the Sky” by Samuel Ha-Nagid.]

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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