Rain

The stars streak across the sky;
raining across, in their last arc of play.
Going to their deaths, each one jumping willingly.
Oh, the beauty of each one which plays across
the field of vision.  Leaving marks of light across
the night sky.  Until darkness reigns in its fullness
as the light is snatched out by the fabric which holds it.
As we watch the fragile stars rain down wonder holds
our hearts.  Awe at beauty born to die too fast.
Blazing across our hearts a wonder, a prayer,
a song of heaven.  Because one life makes
that much impact on all the others around it.
One light burned and gone in an instant.
Yet oh the beauty of the mystical rain.
Sent across the heavens of our hearts.