Another Shooting Star Poem by Jim Yerman

Thank goodness I was looking up this morning because, in the blink of an eye, I saw a shooting star as it flashed across the sky.

My brain tells me it's just a rock and once it hits our atmosphere…it's dead…but my heart tells me I glimpsed an angel flying overhead.

In the quiet of the morning I swear…I heard that angel swish…and before she faded from my view…I knew I had to make a wish.

Shooting stars are rare…in my lifetime I've only seen a few…so I knew this wish had to be important…if it was ever to come true.

But a shooting star, as I just said, is over in a blink…which doesn't give the person wishing a lot of time to think.

I knew it had to be a wish for all the children of the world…all the women…all the men…because I may never get another chance to make a wish like this again.

So I closed my eyes and made this wish for me, and you…and you:
May peace and joy guide our spirits in all we say and do.

I sent that wish up to the sky…out over the ocean blue…with the hope that angel would catch it and make my wish come true.

My brain tells me making a wish on a shooting star is probably not that smart…but when it comes to making wishes…I tend to listen to my heart.