Of all the stars that shine at night
This pulsing orb shone ever bright
So far away that’s where you are
How vast is that, oh distant star ?
I’d often thought when older grown
That stars were made of ancient stone
No soul that lives will ever breach
The journey there, too far to reach.
I’d like to trust that I may grow
In times of peace not those of woe
Too high upon some mountain peak
Convene with angels as they speak.
Aware that I am not alone
Keep to the path with end unknown
Assured that God will still be there
To light my way no matter where !
Claire V. Bogdanos 