a star far brighter yet, than all the rest
And lo it was, that as I looked, this star
came close; and mirrored there within
its Light, I saw a face.
and yet strange it was;
‘Twas not the face from whence I looked
about the world and wore a smile or wore a frown.
mine, I saw within this star
Its eyes illumined with all the love I’d ever
lived, and yet to live, was shining there.
dealt with things of earth
But from within, it framed a thousand wisest words.
Its checks held not the ruddy glow of
coursing blood, but softly radiant as
a thousand breaking dawns.
its promise of Eternal Life.
Ah yes, it was this face of mine, a
wondrous thing to thus behold.
And yet, I knew this face was but the image
of all things held dear and cherished most —
The things yet unlived, unloved, unrealized were there to be.
the starry Light that held it fast
A beckoning beacon to always lead me on
to greater heights.
for if I do I’ll lose its charm, its Light, its guiding way.
For so it must remain — the things I see
within its Light will be some day, my Way of Life.
some new and sparkling hue to all of this
And to the face, I’ll add a pliant touch of
what I think a perfect face should be.
by Ernest L. Norman
Excerpt from The Anthenium