Where stars are formless but their light remains,
Its burning heat, and yet it still retains
A gentle and eternal glow that keeps
All things in peace and softness, and the rays
From every living thing reach out to find
All other living things, and on from them
To their Creator; where, when petals fall
And leaves decay, the scent and color of
The flowers come, preserved forever fresh
And lovely, and the song of birds remains
Although their wings are still; here everyone
Will come to rest, his journey almost done,
And hears God's Voice acknowledging his Son.