I look up at the night sky,
to Orion’s endless hunt,
I wonder when his kill will come,
if he’ll take it home for lunch.
I wonder how taught his bow,
and how far his arrows reach,
to invisible stars or distant galaxies,
or to another world, where there is only peace.
I think of how the stars shine bright,
burning away at the empty space,
so silent and timeless, so fragile,
adorning the sky with their beauty and grace.
Then I think of all the war and hatred,
to which greed and ignorance has given birth,
and the blindness of the unified mind,
that so oft has marred the earth,
So small do our troubles seem,
and sometimes so trivial our lives,
but good hearts must prevail to boast,
‘gainst the vastness of the skies.
I wonder if there’s something looking back,
down upon both man and beast,
from a distant galaxy, far away,
in another world, where there is only peace.