By: Bruce Mundhenke

The Seven Stars

The seven stars are old.
Many eyes have gazed at them in the night,
their pattern constant,
beacons of light.
Almost eternal,
but in time,
only the Old One will remain.
All else will pass,
except for what He chooses to retain.

Water of gladness

May the love of the Lord,
And the beauty of His creation,
Become a River and a stream,
That they may flow through your heart,
And fill it overfull
With the water of gladness.

Pearl

The pearl you have been seeking,
Is not so hard to find,
Precious to those who find it,
Worthless to the blind.

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Bruce Mundhenke writes poetry and short fiction. He lives in a small town in Illinois with his wife, two dogs, and a grey cat.