I Think Like 'Falling' Stars Poem by James McLain

I think they are like 'Falling' stars,
one finger extended,
weeping high across the sky.

Do you look as I point can't you see, it.

The bright light of that one with the tail,
so long,
like a gown wedded to the heavens it's broad
and white and it's point lies between our eyes.

There are so many and many more will fall.
Do you remember,
this night last December.
Once more three will come to the one and see
to the sparrows wing and other beasts as well.
whose bright light and heart,
will reside once again within each chest we bare.