My stars which are in heaven
Hallowed thy many names
Reflected here in many tongues
Great numerosity, why, there must be seven
Billions, different and at once the same.
You dartle gold in barren blue,
Red and white, and everflashing green.
You are the loveliest sight unseen yet seen
And seeing you is dwarfing to the tiny human mind
Which stumbles when it tries to comprehend
How unity can also be infinity
Or any number in betweening
It has a tendency to send
— Some lesser minds around the bend
— Strange gifts in boxes stranger yet
Oh blessings blessed all, they are
Our several discrete intersecting sets.
How can it be? The greatest paradox of
All is Love. Is Thee.  And Me.  He. She. They. Us.

So stop the fuss and fiery fighting
Candlelighting in the dark of night
To help each other chase away the fright
Is pleasing more to One who loves you all the best
Than using up the last full measure
Of the most devoted treasure
Offered to us all.
Sadly, too few choose to take the job of Being Chosen Beings.
It’s a dirty one but when it isn’t done
Things just get messier, entropic.
Folks who curse their fate should find another topic
Like how to best arrest and then reverse the curse
The spell they’re under
Not tear the world asunder.
Turn around and Love Love Love is really all you need
For Love includes both nurturance and discipline
Her and Him and everything you should admire
Or aspire to bring within the temple of the self for ritual annointing.
Love’s messages encoded in so many packets
Sometimes quiet, sometimes making rackets loud,
Sometimes perhaps they’re disappointing
When you hoped for something proud
But that is only due to expectations great
Confounded by the simplest, occam-like solution: Love.
Love don’t hate except to hate the hating,
Not even the haters
If they get their heads out of the cold and lonely, hateful space they’re in
Hate nothing but the ultimate sin: Hate.
Look! It may be late, but coming from those dartling stars so fetching
In a rainbow bright of startling
Spectral colors simply quite surprising
Sleeping Beauty’s ways of Love are rising
Yet. Again. Still. Always. Ever.
Lasting Love is worth the waitful watching.

K Markham McCarty, 2006 (originally written in May)
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