Unthinking Music of the Stars

Unthinking Music of the Stars

“night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.” Psalm 19:2,3

Near infinite in number, stars, these spheres

Both vast and small, are singing to the ranks

Of angels and archangels, to winged ears

And spirit hearts though stars cannot give thanks.

Their gauging of wide God’s infinities

Falls short of any comprehension worth

Respect.  These globes know not affinities

Of love.  The planets, small and larger, earth

And Jupiter and others in the sky

Of galaxies unnumbered have no clue

About divinity, their blanks awry

From grasping holinesses’ rendezvous.

  Stars’ cosmos, its entirety, is fraught

    With lack of soul, expanses knowing naught.

Phillip Whidden