A Few Hours Ago
by Max Ehrmann
A few hours ago,
hot and tired,
I was surrounded by the jargon of business.
myself a part of it.
Now near the middle of the night,
I am sitting by an open window.
Everything is still
and the soft night air is cool.
The sky seems very near,
and the stars lie over the heavens,
stretching on and on.
The moon is passing
in and out of the clouds,
making a shadow-chequered day of the night,
and breaking the sky with shafts of gold.
All silent, the universe is doing her work--
beautiful mysterious, religious!
What was all the jargon about
A few hours ago?