There’s a
star you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the star.
But it's sometimes hard for others to see.
While you follow it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing we do can stop time’s unfolding.
Don't ever lose sight of the star.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the star.
But it's sometimes hard for others to see.
While you follow it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing we do can stop time’s unfolding.
Don't ever lose sight of the star.
(This is a riff on William Stafford's poem, The Way It Is.)
