“Stardust” by Danielle Piper Bloom

A miracle has been charged of me-

My feet have touched a purpose.

My dry tears will not fall for God;

They will not fly, turning poise,

Like burning, celestial traffic.

In the obscurity of a shouting voice,

The one denied the light

Becomes the sky, melting with the relief of change

The spring I bring to God—

The cataclysmic body of justified seasons.

It would be cruel to neglect the dogma

Yet mortals do it well—

Turning the dearest martyr into stardust

With a final God-heaving light

And the Christian Brethren’s sigh.

If God is neglected, she can feel no pride.

If she is little, I cannot be fine.

So this recluse might as well be suicide—

Drastic ceremonies in the sky.

I do not need to know that I will die,

I see what I will sacrifice.

This angel’s heart decides to defy

The reckless hatred which has killed me twice;

Sulfuric, sunbathing sociopaths

Staring at me: That one searing star.

The red doll haunts to a cold grimace

Of the crusading universe.

I feel mortal laws, and how, like beads,

Planets fall through God’s hourglass,

Ticking in her mind.

Informal clock, it complies with God,

Feeding on the need to be seen.

My life was barely mine this time-

I have danced with the deity and she has led me—

Observed, chanting memories urging on my soul.

Peace comes out from God’s mind,

And light calls out from mine.

Planets run and hide

As stardust plucks to burning earth

From the blurry, celestial traffic.