The Hidden Star

Taking shoes off, walking barefoot
Mud between the toes.
Hiking trails so very far
That no one really knows.

Find a stick with ancient marks
And use it as a staff.
Laugh to self and sing a song—
The stars are out; it’s dark.

Traipsing long enchanted brooks,
The river soon to narrow,
Twisting, turning like a snake,
And diving like a sparrow.

Rounded rocks and crystal quartz,
The kind that’s white and clear.
The water current starts to rise
Around the logs and near.

A fox comes out—I don’t suppose
Will he free the star?
The one he stole, like a shark,
His teeth grow back no more.

After every lying craft,
It is what makes him strong.
He hangs his head upon a hook—
The forest dwellers’ rift.

They ask Pharaoh to pull arrows
And shoot ’em till daybreak,
Until that star would reappear;
It was next to a lake.

The congregation couldn’t lift
The stone that remained.
The fox hid the treasure,
With nothing left to gain.

The Pharaoh, not accept a loss,
He gathered all around him:
"Grab the rope and wrap the stone,
Then make a wooden shim.

Cut it from the pines.
Use the rocks and metal,
And shape the angle—
We are going to need nine."

"Yes, my king, we’ll cut them down.
We’re curious to see
What lies under the stone altar”
Curious mystery.

Everyone there assembled in line,
They wrapped, shimmed, and tied,
And pulled with all their might—
But to no avail, they sighed.

The Pharaoh, on a whim,
Shouted in a tone
That sounded high like a whine
And quite similar to a moan.

The stone began to levitate,
The light began to dawn
Through the cracks surrounding.
With introspection, all watched and waited.

The fox couldn’t hide the light,
Presence always there.
The darkness came at night,
And many lost their care.

Others sat to meditate
And focus on their heart,
Ensuring fair measure so
To form it into art.