a hint

sitting here shaking her head

tears falling down her face

while The One shakes His head

up there

with more tears falling down His face

and a clenched fist,

whispering,

"Believe."

standing here trying to mess things up

while The One smiles up there

glimpses of proud in His eyes

his own handicraft,

confused and refusing

not trusting the hands of the Artist

He cannot understand why weak voices mean so much

while His Own easily escapes her interest

his own little star,

is trying to shine on her own

because the beauty of a star

comes from its burning light

deep down inside

that it shines inside out

and the universe keeps on rolling

because of His perfect timing

and that is the beginning of a covenant