"How beautiful are your tents, O Jacob,
Your dwelling places, O Israel!"

Thy children gather,
telescoping generations,
O Jacob, what do thine eyes ascertain.
what history do they memorize?

Coalescing younger star clusters,
disparate related families uniting,
embedding as a single unity,
a star cloud,
shedding a new light,
the astronomers awed, witnesses,
a super-star cluster birthed.

The beauty of thy tents,
thy wealth, O Jacob,
is their multiplicity,
their construct and content.

The web of thy tissue,
bindings, linkages,
what resides within thy tents,
acknowledge, testify, that
the strength of thy issue,
are the Matriarchs,
managers of thy destiny,
mothers of thy dynasty,

The Sarah's, Leah's, the Rachel's,
the Fay's, the Ginger's, the Miriam's
these jewels bedeck, beautify,
brides and bridles of thy tents,
master mistresses of thy dwellings,
without them, O Jacob,
you, but, just,
another desert tribe.