A Star of Mine

There’s anger in the air, cold fear inside

all tired and heavy is the April night

when suddenly I see a planet wink


The world is right again, the mind can think…


My happy star, this instant is but ours-

just you and me and He who made us both

who placed me here, who cast you far above,


and when He comes this near, as He just has,

I am no longer fire and fear and dust

but only silence, endless music, love.



She who used to weep, she who sings

once homeless, now all her insides echoing

‘I’ve found my home with You’-

Does she still bear that old name?

Nothing could fill the abyss between now and then

I will never be the same


And who could measure the depth of this endless wonder

that has come over me?

But for the sun on my face I would say I am dreaming –

Me, loved?

Day after day, till death and beyond?


If this were a dream, I’d choose to never wake up again


And it’s a dream indeed, for I am sleeping in His death

I live a life not of this place

the choice has been made


Not mine – all His,

Before the world began



Today is rising from its bed threateningly; its eyes are cruel, its light hurts. “Let’s watch His mercies end before sunset”, comes the whisper. “Let’s prove them deceiving. Can’t you see the pain is still here? Let’s prove His Word a lie.”

I marvel at the strange story my life has become: I’m grateful every day to my enemy  for the new fun it unwillingly brings. Under a new form it comes every morning, trying to fool me, and this new form I can never predict. What a funny mask you put on, Today! But I won’t be your fool. You’re not scaring me in the least – your ignorance makes me smile. Don’t you know His mercies have no end? They outnumber by far, oh by far, your countless faces.

You have a sunrise and a sunset, and clouds between them:  He will give me the morning star. He will give me a sunset whose glorious glow knows no night. All His evenings will be tearless; and I will watch my friends the stars dance.

Even the love you give, Today, is golden coins whose other side is sorrow. His Day will bring abundance of gold that sings underfoot: golden street to walk on, never alone. For I will walk side by side with Love Itself, all its beauty surrounding me like sea breeze! Oh to think of that never-ending, Never-Ending walk! Today, Today! I’ll make you my friend: happy eyes are generous even  unto enemies.

So keep frowning if you like, keep threatening me with the endlessness of your desert skies. This is a mere mask. Today, by grace, I won’t be fooled.