Mindful Living Guide
June 19, 2009
Three times, at most, I've seen the star
Perhaps not registering much the first time
The second time it shone in through my window.
I felt somehow it was meant to be —
It stayed absolutely static, never moving
Until the deep dark sky started turning into light.
Only then it faded slowly from my sight
And left me with a sense of loneliness and loss
As we had seemed to share a close connection.
I felt it knew, and was listening to my thoughts
Understood and listened without censure
As if it was aware of all I told it.
Each night for a quarter of a year
I have looked and hoped —
Always just a dark and starless sky.
I know nothing of stellar movement
It may be shining over Israel or over Rome
If that is so, I shall exist on hope and waiting.
Hoping one night it will be in my sky again
I shall then experience joyful reconciliation
A feeling of a void that's filled from space.
Even if it be but brief again
Just to see it shining in, and connecting,
To see the special star will make me whole.
© copyright 2009 by Suzanne Staniforth.