O God of plans and promises,
your children shine like stars,
and they should be as numberless
and fill the empty dark.
I grew up in the city, Lord;
I could not see the good
in promising a light no more
than starshine where I stood.
But we drove out beyond the lights
to see a meteor shower,
and lost count of the trailing brights
that passed above each hour.
We lay there in the cold and dark
and watched the shadows lift,
each one of us a shining star,
a promise and a gift.
We all came back to separate trails,
how many years gone by?
And now another comet's tail
has fallen from the sky.
O, let it be, God, let it be
that fallen is not gone,
that every star we cannot see
still shines, lost in the dawn.
In this 30 second exposure, a meteor streaks across the sky during the annual Perseid meteor shower Thursday, Aug. 13, 2015, in Spruce Knob, West Virginia. Photo Credit: (NASA/Bill Ingalls) https://www.nasa.gov/blogs/watch-the-skies/2017/08/03/the-greatest-meteor-show-of-all-time/
Kate Bluett 