My Blue Child

If I were a star, What would be my lot in life? Certainly I would question my existence, How have I come to be? Look, countless others racing through this seemingly endless void Whom do I address inquiries to? I witness others joining in groups, To what end? For I behold an ever expanding family of light, And I feel impelled to belong, Yes, I have a longing for companionship Yet, here I am being placed in this constellation, By hands unseen Looking down I see my purpose How is it this great honor is given to me? For out of an eternity of those much greater than I, Here I am All the others, They applaud my appointment And not one of them is envious I shall spread my wings over my blue child Because it is not about me, It is about them I shall never abandon them, Or leave my post Through the dark void, I will rock them to sleep and gently awaken them Let me warm the backs of those trusting not in me, But in the hands of both maker of all things And the source of all light For I am a star, His star And I have indeed found my lot in life I only pray as any parent, To give me strength and wisdom, For children can be difficult