First Star
Vital cell coded with the genes of all that is,
Microcosm, model, spark of the universe,
She radiates extravagant solicitude for her children.
Bright with the wisdom of all time,
She is the mould for life's candles,
The flame of life's light.
She is the center of the world,
The source of integrity,
The mother of morning.
Somewhere, millions of years from now,
Someone is making a wish upon her.
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There's another meaning, too, that transcends what we know as time. The light from our star and all the minute details it supports (Was it sunny for your picnic today? Did you get your quota of vitamin D?) is being viewed, perhaps, by someone millions of light years from here and now. The light reflected from the sun off a harvest moon that's shining on two young people as they fall in love on a hayride may then be fueling the first star wish of some other being in a far-off galaxy. There's a wistful immortality in that.
Blessings and best wishes - S.