By Chi Arthur Williams

created on June 3, 2005

Star oh Star,

It is only your glory that glares all alone in these gray

ashed nights.

Nights where none can see a moon, a planet or any other shiny

shooting of living fires.

It is you Star.

Out there all alone,

But yet giving hope to the ones that look towards

these darkened lonely stormy eves.

 

Star oh Star,

You're looking toward these heights,

Far above the trees that give you life.

Looking you are for just some glimpse of a hope

filled light.

It is you Star out there all alone,

Giving strength,

Giving warmth,

But yet you feel a worthless being,

So you cry..........

 

Star oh Star,

If only you knew of the many travelers out there

on late night desolate roads.

Large silver heavy loaded medal built moving

things with wheels they drive.

Driven by a human living being,

Think Star.

 

Some travelers are children,

Some babies,

Many parents,

Loving Grandmothers and Grandfathers,

All moving, all traveling,

So many tired beings out as these nights

present a ashy beaten cloud.

Some tourists,

Some students,

Many all of us at some point in life.

Just trying to get back to a place we call

home.

 

Then you Star so proudly stand there in Sky,

Painted with a bleeding brush of pinkish tint.

A Sky that hides the moon,

Hides the glares of beam.

 

But you my dear Star,

Yes you Star,

Are the one that comes through thick

clouds of passing or coming storms:

Yet Star you feel as a worthless being not

giving nothing to those of life,

So you cry..............

 

Star in loneliness you cry,

Thinking thoughts that your presence remains

unknown.

Crying tears that lament the one that binds your

heart to the earth.

All this make you grieve the harder,

Feeling a worthless being,

So you cry...............

 

Star the Trees planted, rooted, loving,

giving,

Have given these few words to me to pass to

you my friend:

These sturdy living Beings tell of how privileged you

are.

You've shone your glory not afraid of being without

a crowd.

 

You've seen the red Sun baked cinnamon flames and

cliffs of the Plains.

You've seen the valleys of green, then sandy ginger

colored earths of Arizona, New Mexico and all southwestern

states.

You've smiled at heated humid days of

Oklahoma the state you live,  

Breath in and so love.

 

You said a yourself a proud Blackfeet

Grandmother you had,

Oh what a sight to behold,

Her holding your hand as a child at gatherings,

ceremonies, with your people,

So much you learned.

 

Star know that Spirit is your guide,

Your bright yellowed strokes of bronze

white colors,

Were made with Creator's hand,

And know Star,

The Great Mystery makes no mistakes.

Know Star,

Creator does not make junk!

Nor create any being to be alone.

 

Tree now says you forgot Star of the

nights that moon glitters through the

milky way,

And then slowly but suddenly shooting stars,

All happily talking with you and Tree

about where they're now going,

Headed to where no human knows.

Yet you do,

For these secrets are whispered to you Star,

To you and Trees,

But Star,

Yet you cry...............

 

Star well do not forget that every evening

bring starts with ashy sad cloudy, rainy skies.

See Tree needs these rains for growth, for wisdom,

For helping,

Healing being such as you and I.

 

Remember now Star as you float in the night,

feeling as a worthless being and you cry.....

Remember this Star,

That most of the evening setting suns,

Bring a new moon,

Bring a half moon,

Bring a full moon,

Then there's so many stars.

 

These stars are your sisters,

Your brothers,

Your Uncles, Aunts,

And your cousins.

All of these relatives inviting you to come and sit with them

for a while.

 

Sit, talk, laugh, meditate,

and Pray Star,

With all these Blessed Sky relatives of yours and

all.

Then Star you will know that the Trees,

The Stones,

The Grasses weep,

When you cry.

 

For the God who loves us all,

Who made us all,

Created no living being to stand alone,

On Earth,

Or Sky.

Be Blessed,

Be Love Star,

Be at home.

And know the Trees each morning say,

"Osiyo," to all.

 

In loving sisterhood,

Chi'