Star Rise

Reaching deep I can

But find a star

Within the depths of my soul.

This star brings its

Silvery, crisp white

To the sleeping recesses

Of my mind.

I love this star.

It is my own.

It was a gift

From the star-maker

For me to keep, to treasure and to admire

How it sparkles and glows

Within the milky blackness

This little star resides

Tucked within the soft folds

Of a melody divine.

My star can sing.

Oh, yes it can.

It sings of long ago

And tells the story

Of a Savior's love

For humanity below.

It whispers very slowly

So that no word

May get lost and fall into

The endless depths

Of never-ending thought.

Each word speaks of love

And pulses on its own.

A star is but a little thing.

One single, little star.

But God bestows upon it

A gentle twinkle,

A soft, tinkle of little bells,

And morning rises in my soul.

Joy