Another Star

You used to live in a place

you called home, because

it was filled with things

the world couldn't steal:

dreams, stories, time

suspended by love's clock,

and that wonderfully strange

beast we call family.

   But time left anyway,

   and people departed, too;

   the former marching forward;

   the latter dancing away

   toward their own hopes.

   Now, your lives are intersecting

   again, but at different roads.

   You didn't pack everything,

   but most of it seems

   to be here anyway;

   not exactly the same

   as you remember,

   but woven with grace nonetheless.

When you close your eyes,

and darkness is all

you can see, remember this:

The magi found messiah because

they were willing to have

their night journey lit

by another star;

one they'd never seen before.

You don't need gold

or frankincense

or myrrh to join them.

All it takes is a place

in your heart for

starlight to shine.

 

by Deborah Denson

© 2015 Todd Jenkins