Monday Morning Musing: Starlight

We are in the beautiful, rainy Pacific Northwest for our son and daughter in love's baby shower. Our first grandchild is due at the end of April/early May and we are all over the moon.

Speaking of the moon, last night when we stepped out of the car there was no other light around...no street lights or signs or car headlights or lamps posts or porch lights. It was pitch dark. When we looked up it took our breath away. Stars everywhere....the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper and just so many stars. It sounds trite but we were reminded of how small we are and yet how we are all made of a little stardust.

To be a poet I think you have to have written at least one poem about stars. William Wordsworth wrote this one. Enjoy it and then maybe step outside and look up and remember that you are made of love and stardust.

The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,

And, haply, there the spirits of the blest

Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;

Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,

A habitation marvellously planned,

For life to occupy in love and rest;

All that we see – is dome, or vault, or nest,

Or fortress, reared at Nature’s sage command.

Glad thought for every season! but the Spring

Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart,

’Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring;

And while the youthful year’s prolific art –

Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower – was fashioning

Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.