Poem October 17, 1953 Issue

ORBITS

Max Dunaway

The sun withdraws in regal majesty,
Yielding awhile the rule of its domain
To the ascending moon and galaxies
Of stars that share in its nocturnal reign.

This law-directed order has not changed
Its primal harmony; the heavens rehearse
Their wonders now as through unnumbered years.
It is an orbit-ordered universe.

And what of man? What order does he share?
Is he a thing of fluctuating chance
That swings outside the orbit of God's care
And so becomes the dupe of circumstance?

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