Look upon the setting sun
The end of a day that once begun
With hopes of all that would unfold
The imagined end that’s now been told
In our unfolding story
The fading rays of glory
Now look upon the canopy of stars
Where time is mapped immeasurably to our
Days and weeks and fussing divisions
The staggering beauty that tracks the heavens
In glory from long before us
To glory long after us