Bright-plumed sparking ‘cross the moon-washed shade,
A meteor’s flash aroused the tranquil night; A fugitive of flame in downward flight, Mid shrinking stars, a reckless renegade. The short-lived ember from the zenith fell In state of high-attended majesty; A flare from fires these eyes shall never see—
From Heavens angel-guarded citadel.
What news does soft this messenger bespeak?
What great event the celestial brand portend?
How this my soul is filled with wondering;
For there is terror in its fiery streak And awe with it doth glorified descend,
‘Haps heralding a prophet or a king.
—Jay R. Crook, PhD
Ambling Through Life
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