To Mingle With Shooting Stars
These tired bones ache
and the futile tears fall
like soft rain on a summer day.
The wind stills in deference
to a radiant light rising up,
drawing closer, closer
as I crawl to the precipice.
I am about to take my last voyage,
a great leap in the dark
where faith meets fate,
where screams in dreams are silenced.
Will I fall like a lead weight
or sprout butterfly wings;
sink into the fiery depths
or ascend a stairway to heaven?
Plunged into the frigid darkness,
holy water seeps through my skin,
coming clean of past transgressions,
purifying my tarnished soul.
Thunder shakes heaven and earth,
the sentinel angels have spoken;
my body and spirit finally set free
to mingle with shooting stars.
Colleen Keller Breuning © 2015
September 1, 2015