Kind Old Star

1 min

Heavenly bodies sprinkle a sky cocooned by the moon’s mist.

No constellations to be seen,

only an endless fire, impossible to ignore, burning amidst

cinders of what once was green.


An unknown covered in shadows

With church bells ringing in tune.

Time seems to slow, as if the wind knows

Something has changed under tonight’s crescent moon. 


Frigid, biting darkness sets in.

It creeps into my soul and sets up a home.

Destruction whispers in my ear, reminding me of all that has been.

Soon I’m recognizing, my town I’d thought I’d see is gone - no park or field left for me to roam. 


And yet, O God, I see a light from afar

A small yellow dot, a kind old star.



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