“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.” – Og Mandino
The little girl sat on the bench
Looked at the stars in the day
How the blue sky with fluffy clouds
There she saw the stars, Ursa
Minor, Major? There they are.
Came a woman to sit
Asked the girl are you having a fit?
Counting stars in the daytime
Little girl it isn’t night time.
The little girl smiled in wonder
How can you say so?
Daytime wandered a long time ago;
Man walks in night
Don’t you see the stars give light.
Madness! The woman echoed;
Light is morning
Night is night
When the moon glows and the stars take light;
The girl smiled
Revolutions and Rotations,
That is all we know.
Who are who
What is what
When is when
We all know.
Yet, our little minds cloud our vision so.
Teach me a text I will memorize and pass
Teach me words I will know them within hours
Teach me “understanding” and then I will stop counting stars
For the ‘light’ isn’t a rotation
It is what we see;
Blinded by doctrine
Are we free?
I see not the stars in daytime
I count the stars that is mankind
Each hanging on to a spark
As they roam this world in perpetual dark.
Now, kind woman where is your spark?
Night is here, can you see in the dark?