There is no mourning here…
[a poem for his mother by Guy Johnson]
Sequined in the black velvet sky of night
shines a star with
fiery hot fire possessed,
leading all those who wish to claim
what is right
to look within themselves and find their best.
Over my life shines this glorious beacon,
lighting my path through the dark shadowland.
With this as my guide,
I shall not weaken..
my striving to be a strong but gentle man.
Others have been led by its incandescence
to be more than mere flesh and bone
to love and be loved is its true essence
for only the heart can change this world of stone.
Thus fortune graces me like none other
for this star, this nova
is my mother.