reflections of starlight

it is still,

and quiet this night

i saw a star a while ago,

the same one i saw

a month or so ago,

in the wee hours of the late morning,

just before daybreak,

greeted me

lonely star,

alone in the northwestern sky

fourty feet off the tree lined horizon

twinkling in atmosphere's air

moving from the still fixed gaze

of my still, propped head

suspended in a pool of water

my tired body, bouyant warmed

for my lonely head

the movement of the earth

perpetually from time immemorial

from west to east on its axis eternally

as i lay still, immobile

this lone, sacred star

moved ever so slightly

by the turn of the universe

as it moves from west,

to the north of east

movement ever so miniscule

to my transfixed eyes

like movement a growing plant,

in the shadow of the turning earth,

slowly in the space

i haven't seen it since

it's been the weather

or my hurried state of mind

for that lonely star,

the same i saw

a month or so ago,

in the wee hours of the late morning

just before the daybreak greeted me

this evening there was a mist,

a fog in the air

it had been raining,

a welcomed rain

the kind of rain you wait for,

but it comes by hard to get,

the kind you pray for,

if you be a God fearing man

when all is dry,

and your thoughts stick

to the back of your world torn throat

the kind of state taken

when locked up inside

four walls of climate control

devoid of question for its absence

that is the rain

or the sound of quiet

the kind that soothes the soul and mind

absent the vibration of 5G

technology

when in the state,

of no time to see stars,

given to the warrant, of the thought,

justified by the drought

to global warming, perhaps

for lives, if affected,

move along oblivious,

content,

or else in a state of unconcious atrophy,

devoid of the complete history of man

substituted for the present state of things

the scientific lie

and if it should scuff the reality of such,

the truth of the truth

then be quick to curse,

criticize the Almighty

as human nature prone to do

though they may deem themselves

agnostic

or

atheistic

or

evolutionists

or pantheistic,

in such quelling

their displeasure and discomfort

until it comes,

whether the rain,

or

a relief of pain

and then the resumption of the course

of daily living,

believing all things will endure

no thought of tomorrow's demise

for we are not eternal

apart from the sacrifice of the son

and his enduring love and grace

i miss that star

i equate it with the rain

that came what seemed to be too long,

that helped against the drought

that helped me place myself

a reflective state to talk with him

i wonder what lies beyond it

i know it's still there

whether i see it or not

i know its beyond my grasp

for now it shines,

in the bright sunlight

of day unseen,

but still there

just like reality

it speaks good things

it shines at night and throughout the years

as it has since its creation

it will shine and witness the end of this age

and it will shine until the remaking of the cosmos

as God ordained

i will make time for it again

it has a name

God gave them all one

one day i will know its name

i will be granted to know its purpose

when i and those who yearn for a new age

a new kingdom

to replace this corruption

will shine like it

and brighter still,

because

we yearn to live the truth

we aspire to right

we love, love

we love the Lord God of eden's stage

the creator of all things

believe in him

lonely star among trillions

shining though untold dimensions

in a vast unending universe

replete with untold wonders

lonely star,

i wish to ride

upon your waves of light

and reach the edge of forever

lonely star,

shining light in black of space

like you i stand and live by grace,

bright in a fallen world,

sustained by fearless hope, i stand

in his promise of immortality