THE VOID REMAINS

I sat alone in the stadium, staring at the outfield 
How beautiful, and well kept, the grass is 
Evenly trimmed and manicured with precision 
Every blade of grass reminds me 
Of the stars in the heavens

The wisdom of the Creator subdued my mind 
His love for beauty and the Power to create 
All things great and small, called into being 
By the Power of His Word

As I taught about the two billion trillion stars
That decorates our observable universe 
Each one represents the life of a human
My mother comes to mind

A beautiful star that once sat in the circle of time
Showing forth her incomprehensible beauty and love
But for a moment, now pitched like a star recalled 
By the Creator 
Not into a vacuum of darkness 
But forever in His glorious presence.

Gone but not forgotten is the one I call mommy 
Whose teachings, love, kindness, and warmth
Has fashioned my life
A star that suddenly vacated the stage of this life
Leaving a forever void in my heart.

Wilford Barker,