...Falling Stars

As I watched You carve each star
  out of the Inky night
My ageless child's eyes counted
  as they Fell
These flawless new souls,
  exquisite with their
  Uniqueness,
  their Newness
  ...their Divine Perfection

As years passed I kept
  a watchful eye,
  counting but not keeping track
  at all,
  stricken with awe
  time and time again.

Always through that same Child's Eye
  upwards I'd gaze
  as You would etch and carve each
  new star from that leaden canvas
  You, the ultimate Artist, the Creator
  were e'er trimming with such Delicacy
  and Intricacy
  No pattern to follow
  no Star ever duplicated

So now here I still do gaze
  and anxiously I wait, anticipating,
  awestricken still-
  for My special Star

Because throughout my life the only constant,
  what I have always known
  is that a spirit never dies
  You simply create and create
  the Supreme sculptor
  masterpiece after Divine masterpiece

So there needn't be any tears of sorrow
  when I 'die'
  If you are meant to believe, HE will
  tell you this Secret-
  Each tear shed for a loved-one lost
  is one more Falling Star
  He has brought back to Earth
  Anew,
  Surrounded with
  joyful tears of it's own,
  Wrapped some in pink
  others in Blue...