.

the last ray of light
began to form, then radiated bright,
crescendos of sunbeams
dissipating through the cosmos;
but oh how beautiful it had once been,
the brightest star ever to be seen,
was Hope

now scarred by old age,
its time had come,
it suffered much
to see the lives that flourished once
upon its planets,
depart one by one;
as the last drop of water
shrank slowly, then evaporated
upon their now parched surfaces,
so many lands of fertile, luscious green,
forever departed the starry scene

loneliness crawled into every crevice,
and like a parasitic disease
despair crept in

yet even in death, it showed pure grace
as its molten core shot through its face,
it burned so bright
the light travels still
through distant spaces,
lighting up the darkest places

and much to its surprise,
a chunk remained,
death had refrained
from swallowing it whole,
the great creator had a different plan;
its fragment span and swirled in space
until it felt a gaseous embrace,
where upon it's momentum
fumbled once again upon gravitation,
its limbs broke off to form new planets
while its soul relit with pure white fusion

and so it shines again,
the centre of a new solar system,
its light filtering through each dark domain
that gives our souls the chance anew
to live in bodies with sensations,
to make our mistakes
and face our temptations,
to take of our great Creator's gracious gift
and make of it what we will,
it's precious light, our Hope still