Do stars look to the heavens and marvel at their surroundings?
Might they gossip over a neighbor’s blueshift or trails of cosmic dust

as they redshift on their path to eternity?

Might they take note of an illuminated marble suspended in the velvet darkness

And wonder if it’s possible that intelligent life exists there?

“See how magnificent she is – like none we have ever encountered before,” one might point out to another. “Surely, love and compassion have made a home there.”

“Perhaps,” says the other. “Perhaps not.”

“If you ask me,” interrupts the moon,

cloudy moon

“I think they are still working on it.”

About Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner

I am an adventure seeking ponderer of the mysteries of the universe, writer of children's books (represented by Stephen Fraser of the Jennifer DeChiara Literary Agency), and lover of anything involving armor, archery, or swashbuckling.
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  1. Lyn says:

    Excellent. I love the thought of the stars discussing the sometimes stupidity of humans – okay, maybe more than sometimes stupidity 🙂


  2. Susanne says:

    We are a foolish race to squander such beauty. We surely need more compassion for our home.


  3. Vic says:



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