A Dying Star...

A dying star on bended stem her silvered crown completely earned a whispered prayer and faded hymn in place of living will that burned She’d spent her lifetime reaching higher lending arms with an unbending will her spirit though it never tired had reached the other side of Life’s great hill. She stood on still despite her bended bone but never scorned the young their youth and though she found herself often alone she found her comfort in God’s truth. Although she craved that blissful, pure release she’d not abandon Life and faithful heart instead she waited on to be rewarded peace and faded gently into heaven like, a dying star.