Star

does He sometimes lose a star?
He made, he makes so many
and stop the cogs and go to find it

do the angels hear him calling "Star,
where are you?" all over the heavenly
neighborhoods.

And then does he see
the small child in the grass
picking up something shiny

does he smile
knowing it's safe for a little while,
His star.

So many things we lose each day.
Does he count all the petals?
the clouds when they drift away, the  rains?

the leaves of trees

each wavelet on the sea
the small ducks on the pond,
bobbing under

the rippling of summer thunder
I wish he could lose
all sense of what was lost

and we do the same.
that some sparkling. maybe unlikely

day all lost things would come home.
how lovely that would be
the child in the yard saying

here's your star.
I kept it for you.
all this is true

and really happened.


mary angela douglas 28 february 2019