| Enchanting Universe Go out on a calm clear evening And gaze at any star. Contemplate it's distance And try to imagine just how far. Your not looking at today, But a time long ago. What you see took place Before what we think we know. Imagine if you will, What is the speed of light, Just to get an impression of How far that star is from our sight. That star is one of millions With planets orbiting around. All this is happening, Yet there isn't a single sound, In this universe so large We are a very small part. Yet we must try to find Just how it got it's start. In the meantime look skyward And be enchanted by the sight, For God has blessed us By this sample of his might. |
| The Heavens Are For You And Me We just looked upon yesteryear, As we gazed up at the daylight blue, Out where time is endless, Where everything is old, but new. Evening falls, the sky turns black, A billion stars are shining bright. We�re looking at happenings long, long ago, Not what�s happening tonight. We look up at our sky And wonder how far we see. Now that depends on the star we view, They�re not as close as they seem to be. They�re, oh, so far away We measure by the speed of light, And every star is a different time, They�re so far from our sight. And well beyond our view, Untold years away, More stars are shining, Some new, some no longer there today. There are those that say we�re viewing heaven, And that it may be, God made it all And gave it to you and me. |
| The Mysteries of the Heavenly Sky We look skyward towards the Heavens, What do we see? Not what�s happening today, But what use to be. Endless time above us Of what was yesteryear�s dash. Life is but a moment, Gone in a flash. Today hasn�t reached the Heavens All above is long ago. Everything is in reverse; The distance makes it so. We study the Heavens To find something new. What we see is another time, The thought seems askew. The further out Our eyes will see, The further back in time This wondrous sight to be. Faith is the answer To those that no not why. Only the Great Creator Knows the mysteries of His Heavenly Sky. |
| Copywrited poetry of George C. Clements |
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