Beauty Of Nature, Glory To The Maker

Beauty Of Nature, Glory To The Maker short poem

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I looked at the night’s dark sky
With the twinkling stars above,
The magic they play to the eye
Left me mesmerised.
The Milky Way
And the Great Bear;
The shooting star
And the pole star;
All play their parts,
Singing glory to God
And all His creations,
Proving His existence,
Showing beauty in truth
And truth in beauty.

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Lover of Beauty and observer of Life. Open and frank. I believe that life is a journey where we find so many crossroads and our life depends on which road we take.Studied Post Graduation in English Literature from North Eastern Hill University (NEHU).Works for an Organization that promotes Livelihood options for the underprivileged society, especially in the rural areas.
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