These Stars

In this earthen cave,
her mother’s womb,
she prayed for the rain
– the bringer of truth.

“Mother, may I see the stars?”

A child, she’d come so far.

“Mother, wash the earth,
so I may see the hidden gift
beneath the soil,
beneath the dirt
– no hidden thing
can reveal its worth.”

Then the rain fell upon the girl.

It washed away
the clumps –
an earthen swirl
of ankle deep puddles,
glinting against

With glory,
mane unfurled,
above her,
she saw herself,
this gifting,
shining bright
with mother’s love.

Her fate?
At last, it had come.

“Mother, I must rise
through the clouds,
past the Sun,
into the blackness,

I will greet them

– the cold, cosmic children
who glimmer feebly
in their sadness.”

She rose to meet them.

Her gift, arose, gleaming.

Her face, golden,
glowing, a gift in itself,
saw her mother, down below,
and wept
with longing
for the absence to come.

It was the first time in ages
that the night had been undone.

©️ CG Tenpenny, 2019.

From the drafts folder. I honestly don’t remember starting this one.

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