The Star

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Title:     The Star
Author: Paul Bewsher [More Titles by Bewsher]

I stood, one azure dusk, in old Auxerre
Before the grey Cathedral's towering height,
And in the Eastern darkness, very fair
I saw a little star that twinkled bright;
How small it looked beside the mighty pile,
Whose stone was rosy with the Western glow--
A little star--I pondered for a while,
And then the solemn truth began to know.

That tiny star was some enormous sphere,
The great cathedral was an atomy--
So often when grey trouble looms so near
That God shines in our minds but distantly,--
If we but thought, our grief would seem so small
That we would see that God's great love was all.

France, 1917.

[The end]
Paul Bewsher's poem: Star

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