CONSTELLATIONS
We know of the myriads of stars up above,
Many constellations spread or’e us in love,
Lighting up the dark hours of each night,
A scene that fills us with sweet delight.

If we think each star a sun warming another world,
Think of the greatness each constellation unfurls,
Can we imagine the great power and the might
Of our loving Father, we so small in His sight.

Yet we call Him Father and He calls us child,
Gives us earthly homes where love smiles,
He makes stars without number, yet loves me,
Forms mountains and rivers, still He loves me.

In our humble existence as on earth we dwell,
Constellations can be ours and I will try and tell,
To you who gather with one good purpose in mind,
Will be a true constellation as knowledge you find,

As a group of people together like a writers guild,
Who seek for improvement, just as God has willed ,
Is a constellation trying to spread out your light,
Just a cluster of stars shining with all your might.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 24, 2004