Sometimes the moon's like a window,
Like the hole in the top of a jar.
And all of the planets,
And all of the stars,
Are keyholes to where we are.
The night sky's a changing crescendo,
Crescent moons waning little and large.
That brighten up rooms,
Some near and some very, very far.
At times God closes the windows,
Turns off some planets and stars.
Of twinkles we see,
Are like flashing head-beams from cars.
But when He turns on all the lights,
Opens all the windows of the night.
The stars and moonbeams,
And planets all seem,
To blend together with dawn's early daylight.
Copyright © June 2010