Reflection Poem by Jeff Rushton

A beacon, marker, oasis, and goal
Floating in the heavens, glowing with energy and soul
Ensample to all, the true path to Home
We may look at its patriarch for guidance and direction, soul
A look that is wasted in something too great for human sight, touch or power
Yet in a matter of 12 hours we find our true guidance, like us in power and soul
He holds a translation of our ultimate goal, a spirit, greatness, yet able to behold
In a parable not very well told, we can go blind and be burned by something we do not fully know
Yet we can study and gaze, dream and amaze over something that is less great, but nonetheless...on the way.