To Sirius
The dog runs without its master
looking at the small earth beneath
a dot in the universe, hot and cold
but full of life
looking at the small earth beneath
a dot in the universe, hot and cold
but full of life
Even in August, one feels the age
of summer draining, straining, as
the last harvests reach out to the skies
in hope
of summer draining, straining, as
the last harvests reach out to the skies
in hope
As I watch the Dog Star, I seek for
more rain, more energy, more life
than is given in the dank nights
forbidding sleep
more rain, more energy, more life
than is given in the dank nights
forbidding sleep
How little I am, Sirius, as you
lead me on to the One who made
both of us-you the brightest in
the firmament and me
lead me on to the One who made
both of us-you the brightest in
the firmament and me
One of the smallest, and yet
as I strain to see you through
the mist and clouds, I know
we have the same Master.
as I strain to see you through
the mist and clouds, I know
we have the same Master.
