Ruse Masters and True Master
In the stillness of night skies
We gaze at countless clusters
Twinkling in the far beyond
Yet muse, we are the Masters!
In the vast cosmos they say
But one is our Milky Way
Among Two Trillion Clusters
Of Galaxies that move by.
Among the Hundred Thousand
Million stars in Milky Way
Sun is but a tiny star
A star too small, gazers say.
Standing on the whirling globe
We tend to forget the truth;
The septillionth* wee role
Of earth, plunged in deepened myth.
One among the eight billion**
That is where you and I stand
In this teeny weeny world
We may always bear in mind.
Is there room for us to brag?
Look up and discern the might
Of the true Master who reigns.
Meekly bow down at His feet.