Splendor

The sun has one kind of splendor, the moon another and the stars another; and star differs from star in splendor. Nothing in nature ceases to shine in splendor. But we have promises to keep and miles to go before we sleep though the woods be lovely, dark and deep. The sun makes its circuit from one end of the heavens to the other, coming out like a bridegroom from his bedroom, rejoicing to run its race like an athlete. While what has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.  Splendor has vanished from our human hearts and souls. However, as beauty lies in the beholders eye, splendor lies in the heart with a sensitivity for astonishment and awe. Take time to bask in the splendor of the morning star not to be caught in the rigmarole of the routine.  We cannot afford coming short of the splendor and glory as long as it is still day, for night is approaching fast when the times will fall apart at the seams.