Blaze of Glory

A sudden scurry of light flashed across the darkened sky cosmic particles flew across the horizon creating enough light to attract these wandering eyes. A fiery display like fireflies leaving a trail of glowing embers weaving a pattern of radiant light through the darkened night. A sense of cosmic games being played by bodies as old as time itself falling from heaven's grace in a flood of color and flames. Across the sky comets moving like balloons on a string to the delight of children looking into the night. Again appeared in that expanse of space the death of a far away star blazing its eerie trail across the night sky - leaving momentarily a ribbon of light; then to be seen- -no more. A celestial grand plan put in place by other than man, only He could devise such a thing to hang stars as ornaments in the sky, leaving man to provide only names for someone else's scheme. Everything in life has its time and place yet what more to seek, but not to find, than a falling star to treat these old eyes of mine. So whenever our call comes to follow these flaming beauties - shall we go quietly to a darkened space, or shall we like these celestial things, leave this life in a blaze of glory - a lasting moment of beauty and grace, as we move on to some other place.