I watch from afar
The bright shooting star
Streaming across the night,
Heart in my throat,
I’m watching it float
With brilliantly flaming light.
This time I know,
Although I’ve been slow,
That I have to let it fly free.
No catching its tail
(It really is frail),
But I trust Creator to see.
I see the star climb
Through distance and time
And prayerfully give it to Him.
He’ll catch every tear,
Keep drawing it near
As all shooting stars fade and dim.
He knows all star names,
Breathes new star flames
Setting them on the right course.
So I am content
To trust His intent
To draw all stars back to His Source.