The quill has recommenced
Of boundary or of fence
The universe has realigned
The murky waters its sublime
Four hundred billion stars exist
Float free from all it can resist
Marked with a name they do become
A message of truth it will succumb
The stars they hold a story you see
The light it shines words do decree
What is written is not for us to know
For each step we walk is each word we stow
Our eyes are yet to share a glance
Our bodies yet to make the dance
His words tame my ego and my heart
Of brevity no less it is a start
The quill is free to scribe once more
The stars they guide an open door
For all is written so high above
All living things such bond they love
MCARB 2011
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