JESUS AND THE STARS

Poetry

By Richard E. Noble

No Honey, I don’t write poems about Jesus and the stars.
I write more about concrete curbings and secondhand cars.
No Hun, I don’t write poems about Jesus and the stars.

I sing my songs about taverns and dimly lit bars.
I wonder about the planets, Serius and Mars,
but I do my singing about people, railroad tracks and iron bars.

No Hun, I no longer write about Jesus and the stars.
Though I often whisper my secrets to empty planets, rainbows
and distant stars,
I write more about home cooking, pony tails, pretty girls and mason jars.

But, no Hon, I no longer write my poems about Jesus and the stars.
Though we used to speak, and I’ve often gone to sleep hugging
Venus, Jupiter and Mars;
no Hun, today I don’t write poems about Jesus and the stars.

No, I don’t write poems about Jesus and the stars.
I write about love, and kindness, but more often, about things the way they are.
No, sweetheart, I no longer write poems about Jesus and the stars.

Though for me, it’s now a mist of cosmic dust and Milky Way,
I know for you, if you try really, really hard, one day,
you’ll be writing beautiful things about Jesus and the Stars
And Heaven, and the Angels, and Jesus and the Stars.
I know you can, and I’ll bet you will, one day,
be writing about the Lord up above,
and all the meanings of love.

I know you can, and I’ll bet you will, one day,
be writing songs about Jesus and the stars,
about moonbeams and Heaven’s golden bars,
about love,
and Jesus,
All about Jesus and the stars.

Yes, you’ll be singing about Jesus and the Stars,
about Jupiter and Mars,
about the Angels and Heaven,
and Jesus and the Stars.