Copyright 2013
by Douglas J. Lanzo

First published in The Lutheran Digest, 2018-2019 Winter Edition

One cloudless night a boy did gaze into the sky and ask
Father, if God did make the heav’ns above and earth below,
The stars, the moon, eight weighty planets  – no easy task,
Why do they sit so idly by, and not let man and woman know?

Why, son, your eyes do fail for lack of understanding,
The limits of your jaded mind do block your sight.
Now is the time to end all doubt and cease demanding,
that God re-justify his celestial wonders and delights.

But for a moment play a doubting Thomas,
Take you my hand for one brief moment and behold,
The star that blazen’d up the sky – a fiery furnace,
To herald in the greatest story ever told.

See you not the heavenly angels, as they sing and dance up in the sky?
Doth not the luminance of Venus, the brightness of a sea of fish that ply,
The hallowed wisps of supernovas, the pulsing strobes of quasars by and by,
The chariots of comets on ice-blazed wings of fire defy,

Our wildest imagination, the cleverest thought or fathomed need?
Let the sounds of jubilation, resounding shouts of joy and faith implead,
Our paths of human journeys with the sojourns of the steeds,
That do gallop through the ages proclaiming God in name and deed.