to dream

I reach beyond the night to touch the stars,
To find my feet walk high above the earth;
And in a moment’s life my heart soars high
Drawn as a moth to flame in heaven’s hearth.

What is this fire? This flame? That men should strive,
and hope, and give their lives toward but a glimpse?
‘Tis heaven’s heart that mine own seeks to touch
A humble joining of my life to His;

Yet as each peaceful soul lends its own spark
Unto a light all mortal men must see,
I find that I sought not to touch the stars
But that the stars sought out, and reached to me.

-Charles Baldon, May 1994