A Star

by Richard Wehrman, Ridhwan student working with Jane Bronson

We look back and
say that something’s lost,
when all about is
everything we’ve gained.
Each day brought us
here, into the presence
of Everything. Some
lament the loss of youth;
I say it burned us into
being who we are.
Stack high the wood
and feed the fire,
burn brighter than those
long-gone days.
Who knows how bright
we can become –
perhaps, if filled with love,
a star.