Follow the star

But what if I have spent too long
staring into space longing for a sign

What if the mystery were here all along
in the tall grass of childhood
the stumbling steps of grief
the sudden sharp discovery underfoot
that all is not yet seen
the dizzying descent of life into earth
disturbed by the late winter planting

Light from the star is too long arriving
Mined from the mundane hope is arising

Photo credit Edward Hughes

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