A Shooting Star

A voice

crying in the wilderness

echoes through the hills.

We listen and mourn.

It cuts through

to our very bones

and then

like a shooting star

it vanishes into the

night sky.

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to victims of abuse who could not be saved.

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

...and like the diminishing light of a fallen star, it leaves behind an indelible impression upon our heart!

[Dara]

That is beautiful Kelly and so true.

[~]

Yet that star shone and blessed the dark with sparks! :D

[Dara]

Yes, that is a great interpretation. Thank you so much.

[Riversong]

These souls who tried so hard for their voice to be heard when everything else was lost to them... profound.

[Dara]

Thank you. It is my hope their cries be remembered and not in vain.

[....................]

Beautiful souls who didn't stand a chance in life... a heart-wrenching image to watch the sparkle in their eyes like the snuffing-out of a shooting star. A wonderful simile for a sad reality.

[Dara]

Thank you so much for your beautiful words.

[MsJewel]

Powerful and heartfelt words Dara. This touches my heart.

Julie

[Dara]

Thank you my friend. Wish I could do more but maybe calling attention to it will help in some way. Take care!