Across the spotted desert we glimpsed them
from afar,
Three hoary strangers traveling, following
a star.
'You cannot follow stars' we cried they're fixed
upon the sky,
In place the day that you are born still there
the day you die.
'Not so' one wisened one spoke soft, few chosen
ones can see,
In distant sky a star that moves, we surrender
to it's lead.
Then lying down their weary heads, drifting
off to sleep.
I was left to wondering, falling into dreams
so deep.
I found myself among the stars looking down
at earth,
Listening to celestial choirs singing of
a birth.
That song it seemed to carry me over mountains,
dells and bower,
Leaving me upon my bed wide awake at
early hour.
Stepping out I searched the sky, lo my weary
eyes beheld,
A single star shining brightly, in the distance
rang a bell.
I understood those travelers, who now had
taken leave,
Forsaking all I'd known to this wisdom I
did cleave.
There upon the desert sand their path led
toward that light,
I followed unabashed with love to behold that
wonderous sight. |
Submission Name: You Cannot Follow Stars
