Our life is short and dreary.
Nor is there any relief when man’s end comes.
And we feel more and more weary.
The innings will soon close without many runs.

I felt under pressure, with no let up in sight.
And under criticism, with hope waning.
Then I looked at a single star through the skylight.
So far away , through the long night, so brightly shining.

But everything needs to be kept in proportion.
If our whole world exploded.
what would life around that star know of our extinction.
We are a small part of the universe now  recorded.

So I looked at the star and said the rosary .
And everything looked a bit more rosy.

……..

Our dreary short life
Without relief at the end
Better look at stars

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See Wisdom 2 : 1, 12-22