In those days folk looked up to gauge the weather,
Some sought guidence, a key to the future.
such immensity put humans in their place.
Still sure that God resided above the darkness;
but always wondering.
We now know about stars.
Their age, composition,
enormity and distance;
but are still wondering,
needing more than bright lights.
yearning for significance, still seeking;
longing for the hope this soul-sapping year drained from us.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
We’ve lost track of who we are.
Come and rest on our house, and remind us…..
(Reflections are provided each week by a member of the congregation.)