There are days I wonder if God looks down on us through the eyes of stars, or the window of the moon. And I end up feeling so small. Not too small, though. Because I feel the need to capture even one little glimpse of God’s miracles. That’s what this poem’s about. I wrote this one a few years ago, if I remember. Pure free verse. Absorb it. And hear my voice as you read…. Hopefully it’ll touch you in the way it touched me as I wrote it.
“Missing Star”
Sometimes I imagine the wind
Carrying me into the highest heavens,
Enlivened by the rush of righteousness,
That nothing can go wrong, unless
I falter in my faith.
And I see the stars slide past me
Seraphs of eternity, tranquility—
Their glow ethereal, surreal.
They steal my heart and soul
Like holy wraiths.
I happen to have a camera with me,
Hoping to have a chance to see
One moment, a close-up, a snapshot
Fraught with all the subtle details—
I don’t want to miss it.
One star moved so fast
That I’m not so sure I caught it—
The azure, zephyr mist swirled past
As I
Blinked.
I felt it sink
In. The loss of that defining moment,
The missing star—
I watched it fly away.
And I begged for it to stay.
And then I thought,
“I might as well take that photo right now
While I still can!”
To capture it, to hold as much of it—
Meant more to me than the perfect shot.
I hope my missing it isn’t a crime—
All I can say is that I
Vow to capture it better the next time.
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The great thing about free verse is that it can flow any way you want it to. Freedom. And not surprisingly, most of the subject matter reflects that, too. It’s about oceans and skies and having the world stand before you, you alone. Just you and God. Or whoever you pray to. It doesn’t matter.
In the end, we’re all the same.
