Poem August 28, 1965 ISSUE

"WHEN I CONSIDER THY HEAVENS..."

Psalm 8

Margery Todahl Blokhine

The stars that in their courses moveAre not haphazard motes astrayAlong the vulnerable wayOf time and circumstance.In strict obedienceTo patterns hinting the designMagnificent, exact, divineThe stars declare the glory of God's love.

Infinite as the sea's bright sands.They wheel away so far, so highThat mankind, with the Psalmist, cry:"Who are we? What is man?"Love says: "Man is my son,And ever with me. Sometimes, oneQuestions. Then, with majesty,I unfold truth in ways he understands.

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