The Lifting Of a Star

A star was hung in the heavens by God,

And he deemed her perfect and bright.

Will all her might, she sparkled and shone,

A beacon lit through the night.

For many years the star lived in bliss,

Her rays reaching ’cross the galaxy.

But gradually, the star began to realize,

She was being pulled too hard by gravity.

Slowly at first, then all of a sudden,

The star plummeted out of the sky.

And when she hit Earth with a thud and a boom,

The star truly thought she had died.

But when the dust cleared, she looked all around,

And found herself very much alive.

Much to her horror, her light had gone out,

And she lamented that she had survived.

She travelled along, looking for help,

But didn’t have very much luck.

Until she encountered a happy young man,

Selling oddly strange things from the back of his truck.

He saw the star through the gathered crowd,

Took her hand and drew her near.

He handed her something that looked so familiar,

But her heart was too filled with fear.

But the man didn’t waver and led her forth,

Into a beautiful empty field.

And when the night fell, and all else was silent,

He helped her heart to heal.

Then he gave her once more that familiar thing,

That she’d been too afraid to embrace.

The light of a star bottled up and contained,

It’s glory dancing across her face.

And with a deep breath, she opened it up,

And let it carry her back to the night.

She grasped the boy’s hand and lifted him up,

And together they brightly took flight.

She wrapped him in the light he gifted to her,

So that it embraced him in dust and splendor.

And when he looked back, his eyes were a glow,

His own new light soft and tender.

They’re still in the sky - two twinkling stars,

Bound in orbit by one provision.

While one is alight, so shall the other be,

For where there is love, there shall never be division.