The star in the eye of the earth part two

No earth, says the star, you misunderstand.  I cannot come over, I cannot take your hand.
I listen to your yearning because it is different for me to hear the songs of your land which I had not heard in such a way before.

You do strike a chord in me and give me eyes to see beyond what I could have known in the past, but what you do not get is that it is the sky who has breathed life into me and without the sky you never would have known me, nor would you have awakened me.

For the sky too awakened me in such a way that changed me to a great extent, giving me the ability to explore the whole of the heavens, so like me and yet different enough to help me grow along his path.

Nor have we diverged from it, we are like two peas in a pod, and I am now the sinner where he is the saint, for it is I who almost got swayed by wanderlust.

But know, I am a star, and I belong in the sky.  In fact, I need the sky more than you could ever know for you are so very far away, there is no way you could possibly see what the sky does for me.

My emotions are turbulent, my need is great, and the sky knows just what I need.  The sky even sees through me, sometimes to my annoyance.

I once thought the sky was done with me, and it hurt more than a thousand needles going through my heart.  But the sky reassured me, and helped me to see more clearly.

I have found grace in the eyes of the sky, and I could not ever leave him.  I am sorry to say, lovely earth, that I cannot let you think I would be able to come to you.  Please dear earth, please find peace some other way.  I am so sorry it hurts, but I cannot help you.

Please says the star, think nothing of me anymore than as the star that does its job lighting up the night for all creatures who can see it.

Know that your longing though has changed me, and I am a brighter star, maybe a bit pinker too, because of it.

I cannot have you earth and sky both, and I belong with sky and such is best.  As God is my witness I can be nothing other than loyal to the sky that has given birth to me, for it is he who has given me my glory...  you have only glimpsed it, but he created it.

I'm sorry for misleading you earth, for I did desire to explore, but I did not at first realize how that would change my place in the sky.  I cannot would not could not ever give that up, for it was a gift of the gods and I would not trade it for anything.

Earth, one more thing you should know.  I went through a confusion quite recently which was quite disorienting.  You see earth, I heard your yearning at first, and thought you simply saw my potential and desired to do business with me.  I tuned out the other part, and simply thought how great it would be to have your support on earth of my brilliance with the sky.

So you see, I was clueless for quite some time, and only wished for recognition of the top notch skill of my work, and the thrill of my creative shine.

Please forgive me O Earth, for I also kept playing the game a bit longer just because your wistful songs were so very beautiful.  I know this is very clear now, and we will not need to speak any longer.  I will miss your songs though.

Another star, you will make very happy some day, and they will be more free to join you on your glorious lands and seas.

My friend, peace be with you.  I have made the right choice and I do have peace.  May grace and joy come to you and comfort as you need it.  Bless you earth, for you blessed me.  So long.

The star in the eye of the earth

Caught by the eye

the star in the sky

listens to the question

in the seekers head

Caught off guard

by the thought

the star unsure

how to respond

Why sure its heard the question before

but never in such distinct clarity

in an earnest yearning voice,

and even more the star is starting to understand.

Understand, yet how could it respond...

Of course the star desires to explore

So much it did not/does not know

but to leave the sky?

It's unthinkable.

Sure it'd be fun to explore the earth,

but the sky is his life, his love, his home,

and still much more of it remains to explore.

Sure, he's heard the question before, but 

never before had he considered it . . . 

In fact he told himself the question

was nothing but a figment of his imagination,

his own daydreams of exploring the earth below.

But NOT ANYMORE.  The Earth's yearning voice crept into the star's senses.

Oh my, now what was a star to do?

The star yearned too to fall into the earth even if it was just to see what it was like,

to explore its meadows, listen to the songs of the birds and the bees, to hear the heartbeats of those beings on earth, and find out about all its children.  

Oh no, but the star knows that can never be.  Because if it chose to shoot to the earth, it could never ever go back to the sky.  And the star did wonder, but did not see how it could ever ever be worth it.  

No, this star knows where it belongs---with the sky and everything of the sky is its heritage.

Besides, THIS star loves the sky very much, and cannot even imagine life without the sky.  Its so warm even when its cold outside.  The dark places are only there to be lit up by the star, and the sky with its blue clouds and gray waves and sunshiny days are all part and parcel of the star's life.

And its all as its meant to be....

Now sure some days are grayer than others and the stars rays have trouble getting through to the sky, and sometimes the star gets a little ticked off when the sky darkens it or denies its light,

and sure the star has wondered if the green ground on earth would be more refreshing than the dark sky....

but you know what they say about that./

Yep, the star stays.  Not that it won't wonder about the green grass of earth.  Not that it won't pretend it knows what earth is like, and listen to the breeze that tells of the seas and creatures below.

But it can't go there, not really.

So sorry earth....  in another life, maybe I'll be a mermaid of the sea or a child of man.  Peace be with you, my friend.