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.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2010
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