The Stars

The sky so black, so dark, but they --
They bring their light, so small, to stay.
How dark the sky would be, alone,
Were no light there to shine, to play,
No stars to say, "This is my home."

For they are small, yet sure, yet true.
They hold their course, their place, their cue.
They map the sky with dots of light
And never fail, the whole night through,
To speak of order in the night.

And so I feel their valiance bright,
To show I, too, can give of light --
Ne'er let my values be but whole
Though evil lurks from day to night.
I see the stars -- they pierce my soul.