Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air, <br />Are you errant strands of Lady Mary's hair? <br />As she slits the cloudy veil and bends down through, <br />Do you fall across her cheeks and over heaven too? <br /> <br />Gay stars, little stars, you are little eyes, <br />Eyes of baby angels playing in the skies. <br />Now and then a winged child turns his merry face <br />Down toward the spinning world - what a funny place! <br /> <br />Jesus Christ came from the Cross (Christ receive my soul!) <br />In each perfect hand and foot there was a bloody hole. <br />Four great iron spikes there were, red and never dry, <br />Michael plucked them from the Cross and set them in the sky. <br /> <br />Christ's Troop, Mary's Guard, God's own men, <br />Draw your swords and strike at Hell and strike again. <br />Every steel-born spark that flies where God's battles are, <br />Flashes past the face of God, and is a star.<br /><br />Alfred Joyce Kilmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stars-131/
