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.