Which Star Is Mine

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