The Boy Asks God to Make a Star

Cold at Night, clouds cover the sky
The Boy sits alone, outside, Cold and in Darkness
No moon, nigh, no luminous glow to draw comfort from
Nothing but tendrils of chill, loneliness prevails
The Boy calls for God, he prays with fervor
like the Mother had taught him
And God comes.
He comes without chariots
or a thousand angelic heralds
He comes with neither sound nor visual display
Quiet and non-central like the Cold Darkness they are in
But He comes.
The Boy calls for God and He comes.
Soldiers at war beg of God in zealous crusades
Leaders demand that God lead them to power
Priests ask that God show the people the way
The Boy calls for God and He comes.
And within the dark of Night, Day's brother devoid of much meaning
other than nothingness, Quiet vows, reigns supreme
Within the lack of heat and low centigrade temperatures
only unlighted zones can bring
The Boy Asks God to Make a Star
And God makes for him a Star.
It is a small Star, just born, unsure of its task
to cast wishes into the world
It is dim, the Darkness moves to swallow it whole
The Quiet seeks to muffle its glow, the Cold readies to stifle its warmth
for who would want a Star to bring joy in such a peaceful, silent time?
The Star cries out painfully, fingers touch it, they hurt it
The twinkle falls dull, the glow quietens, the Star shrinks
God looks saddened, He shrugs his shoulders and prepares to throw
the little Star away
Who could love a Star that cannot twinkle?
Then the Boy touches the Star, he whispers encouragement
he holds it close to his heart
and defies the brother of Day, denies the Darkness
scorns the Quiet, curses the Cold and
loves the Star
The Star blinks once, twice and on the third, twinkles
brightly, pushing back Night, singing higher and stronger
burning warmer and warmer
Brighter, Higher, Stronger and Warmer
From Olympus it can be seen, from unknown lands and forever people
the Star can be seen
There is a Star, that grants wishes, that glows in the dark
that sings a song
that warms the heart
And the Boy is pleased.
And God is pleased.
The Boy Asks God to Make a Star
God did make a Star.
And He is pleased.
The Star sings louder for Universe to hear

the end