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A SHOOTING STAR
Thank goodness I was looking up this morning because, in the blink of an eye, I saw a shooting star as it flashed across the sky.
My brain tells me it’s just a rock and once it hits our atmosphere…it’s dead…but my heart tells me I glimpsed an angel flying overhead.
In the quiet of the morning I swear…I heard that angel swish…and before she faded from my view…I knew I had to make a wish.
Shooting stars are rare…in my lifetime I’ve only seen a few…so I knew this wish had to be important…if it was ever to come true.
But a shooting star, as I just said, is over in a blink…which doesn’t give the person wishing a lot of time to think.
I knew it had to be a wish for all the children of the world…all the women…all the men…because I may never get another chance to make a wish like this again.
So I closed my eyes and made this wish for me, and you…and you:
May peace and joy guide our spirits in all we say and do.
I sent that wish up to the sky…out over the ocean blue…with the hope that angel would catch it and make my wish come true.
My brain tells me making a wish on a shooting star is probably not that smart…but when it comes to making wishes…I tend to listen to my heart.
Your poem reminds me of the
Your poem reminds me of the time I saw two flaming meteorites while I was smoking a cigarette, home with my family. I entered the house and beckoned my young step sister and her friend to gaze, pointing to the sky. I thought it might be a hallucination, like the precious night as I glimpsed the hand of god dancing a ballet stretched from the moon framed by my bedroom window; but the little girls were awestruck. The two meteors occured within a few minutes of eachother, very vivid. And since I'm here: your poetry has splendid vibes, and the rhythm of your thoughts pleasantly soar through the mind.
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