Sterling

By W.T. Fitch

The Winds of the Worlds
Came from the place of light
And breathed upon the Clay
So that the Clay lived... a Star...
Ra smiled.

Souls looked upward
To the star
And were healed of unrest,
Uplifted toward light.

Then the star was gone
And they mourned it;
But its radiance was still
In their hearts...
Inspiration eternal.

Overland Monthly and Out West Magazine, March 1927, Volume LXXXV, Number 3, pg 82.