Star Songs

I am not a commodity.
I have no shelf life,
no planned obsolescence.
I am neither invented nor inventoried.

I am a singular breath expelled by goodness
into limitless possibility, a place where each
breath is nourished, as a seed in the ground,
until it becomes the strong wind of truth
and blows across the lands to refresh and
renew all suffering beings.

I am a dream let loose in creative chaos,
in the heat and passion of creation,
just when infant stars were learning to twinkle
and a song drifted through the universe
challenging the smugness of silence.
O, for a song. O, that I might hear,
now, in this moment, the beautiful
melody of blessing carried in the gentle
Wind of Heaven.

I am not a commodity.
I am revealed in this moment,
a living thought who hears, with wonder,
the occasional angelic song, an echo of a
memory drifting among the stars.