Starry Starry Night

On December 23, 1888 Vincent Van Gogh cut off his ear. For years the debate has raged over whether he was insane or suffering from some perceptive disorder. Either way, the works of unbelievable genius that he produced were never sold in his lifetime. That gift to the world, would never have been possible if it weren't for an act of deep brotherly love by Theo Van Gogh. In this season when many concentrate on the star that led the wise men to the Prince of Peace, may we look at other stars and see the pain and need of the world and the changes that can be realized by acts of brotherly love.

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.

Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.

Colors changing hue,
morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.

Perhaps they'll listen now.