A Few Hours Ago: 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

its work - beautiful,

mysterious, religious!

What was all the jargon about,

a few hours ago?