Which Star is Mine?
I walk along this starry beach,
Not one with its brightness can I reach.
I stretch my arms until they hurt,
Stretching, stretching I become inert.
I ask with hope, “Which star is mine?”
The stars twinkle and shine down on me,
I see their reflection in this calm sea.
They look like holes punched in the sky,
They are bright like diamonds that will never die.
I ask with faith, “Which star is mine?”
There are clusters of stars in all sizes,
They will disappear when the sun rises.
Now that my inertness is gone,
I must grab my star before the dawn.
I ask with love, “Which star in mine?”
I see a shooting star falling down,
Is that my star, is that my crown?
It passes on my left, reappears on my right,
The streak of the star is fiery and bright.
I ask God, “Which star is mine?”
©2010 Lynn B. Glover