Stardust People

I am a child of creative light,
light that contends with the darkest night.
In that quiet place, the center of me,
there is a light by which I see
these troubled days through tear-filled eyes,
for it seems no matter how hard we try,
darkness is stronger in every way,
blotting out light’s last feeble ray.

I am made of stardust and cosmic wind,
celestial breezes that always begin
in the gentle wisps that circle the earth,
rain-bearing winds that sustain new birth.
Wisdom, my companion along the way,
speaks of truth and a hopeful day
when children of light, the offspring of stars,
will dismantle the cruel prison bars
that hold so many in vicious hate.
The time will come, I pray not too late,
when all creatures will say: I’m a child of light
and together we’ll stand against the darkest night.

Yes, we are stardust and wind; holy, sacred breath,
we shall live for truth and welcome death
as a message to all who worship power,
the Stardust People no longer cower.
If in death, then let it be;
the light, the light will set you free.