October 1986

David beneath the stars

standing, awe-struck

at the majesty of space

the diamonds of God

spilling out on the night

just for him

and Dick

his brother, my friend

an out stretched hand

pointing

there

and there

and there again

see the stars that praise our God

see them and believe

An if’n and suppose for D. B.,

a guide and David, Clarence’s son,

of insatiable thirst.