Lighten Our Darkness Grow wings and fly to the dome of Heaven. Touch the glowing stars with your fingertips. Try to count them as they appear, and then Disappear from view in a big, black den. As old stars die, new stars are created. In the gloom of night we need fear no evil. Let us, like the myriad stars that glow, Help lighten the darkness of those below. When our fingertips, love-charged, gently touch Their drooping heads, and let them know how blest They are, to live beneath a canopy Of light, and promise of eternity.
Elsie Hemming's Questions:
Is this too fanciful for this modern age?
"Disappear from view in a big, black den" worries me but I do not know why.
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