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.