A Study of the Stars

Those stars wink at us
We see their winking and
do not think of the fading,
only the brightness blinking back
In their inconsistency the stars
are as confident as time itself;
They are a soothing, inexplicable comfort,
as reassuring as a Father’s kiss.
We reach up and find God.
And in all their winking, falling,
shining, rising, setting,
smiling, brilliant, streaming passion
We find ourselves
Lost we open our eyes in the dark
and swim from light to light
And the few shooting brights rain
brilliant, bold, and doomed,
lonely and beautiful in their
pursuit across the seemingly stationary sky
- they have broken
from their suspended setting to
shine, to sink and to soar
much faster, more wildly
and more radiantly than the others
In their boldness, their stunning, spectacular,
short-lived streaks,
we can only find hope for a miracle
For what else is it,
to hold yourself in the sky?
In each star we find wonder,
wandering,
safely strewn across the mind of God
through black but light-filled night
Those stars they carry us to
where they were, where
they may not be now,
but we believe them
and let their smiles from light-years’ past
shine us to a future
We clutch their brightness
and shine with them, leaving
the grass for a minute

The stars, they know us
Their points of life line your
eyes, trickle through
the strands of your hair,
seep through your every pore
to outline your sky-filled space

You breathe, in and then out, then in and out again, and with each breath
the Stars wink.