Beyond the Stars

A million stars look down on me tonight
In silence from the sky. The age-old Bear
Is pointing to the Pole Star and the Chair.
Orion and the Pleiades delight
Me now, long after Job's keen scribe could write
Of him who made the stars. They still are there
Defying time, while we with Job fall heir
To all the works of our Creator's might.
So what is time? We cannot know except
That every sunrise tells of sinking sun;
Each life somehow, sometime with death agrees.
When death shall reach our door, if we have kept
Our fellowship with Heav'n, we have begun
A life that will outlast the Pleiades.