Stars of Amber Shining

In the deep drifts of Pentathalon,

Borrowed from the spheres of the far North,

A timely immortal basks in the shade

Of ice ridges painted blue thru time.

The stars send down their savor;

The moon pants her blessings in

Ancient elemental glee. The snow

Will fall while all claim the low

Endeared path of approaching Divinity.

Soon as the January storm is past

All see a star of amber shining in nativity -\

Blessing the regions of the wind, at last

To outblush the overflowing aurora Borealis-

For he too was a child of earth once,

And felt the vissitudes of humans,

He wandered the far reaches of this

Rugged earth, until his goodness

Was replete with all that God desired;

So was he lifted into the deep blue

Of heaven, to shine upon the lowly and worn

With care, that they might have a companion

Both in suffering and gladness – to ,.

Rest in their days and ways.

-Brian Bennett