As I look up into the vast darkness
gazing at the celestial masterpiece
adorning the clear night sky,
my eyes scan the heavenly bodies
in search of not the well known,
but for the one yet to become.
The quaint unassuming star
hidden in a forest of brilliance
unknowingly unique by design,
unaware of its own potential,
and uncertain of its own place
in the divine scheme of light.
Only the discerning eye can see
this spectacle of light waiting to be.
The captivating glimmer of promise
from afar of a unknown rising star.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,”
wonder not what you are,
but all you dream to be.
“The Rising Star” was inspired by a very gifted student that once rode my school bus. At age thirteen this young girl could write better than some that call themselves writers and draw well enough to illustrate a publication. I once called her a “rising star” because I had never been more impressed by a student. If I had never called her a “rising star,” I might never have explored the meaning of the phrase more thoroughly and this poem would never have been written. I could not use her actual name, but I felt she needed to be acknowledged as the inspiration for the piece, so I used a nickname only a few folks know and subtitled this poem “A Poem for Mia.” Despite the fact that I have award winners like “Dear Rosebud” and “Love’s Journey” posted up here of which I am very proud, I can honestly say that I am just as proud of the work I did on this potential future award winner.