Heaven and earth will pass away.
But my words will never pass away.
In his hands we are just soft clay.
Where will we end up on our hurtling sleigh.

On this crisp and clear November night.
I can see thousands of stars  arrayed.
Here in the country nothing pollutes light.
And all this transcendent wonder was made.

What now of worries and criticism.
How they are dwarfed by this splendour.
How insignificant our earth bound vision.
The stars a humming celestial choir.

But even all this will pass away .
And what of the word , will that pass away.

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We worry so much
Then we look at all the stars
Concerns put to shame

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See Luke 21: 29-33