I want to catch a star,
To hold it in my hands,
To ascend and to touch, and to grasp that light
That is more powerful than those which die,
More luminous than all,
To glory in its beauty,
Its shape,
Its fearsome illumination,
Its countless colorations,
Its beauty to my eyes will never die.
I will hold it and embrace it and become it,
For in becoming that which is deathless,
I regain the image of my Father,
The image of the Son,
To become a man worthy of sacrifice,
Of a crucified Creator.
To catch a star, nay, to become it, yes,
To illuminate all things,
To become that which is deathless and undying, immortal, and good.
Yes.
I will catch a star.
I will place it within my chest.
I will become it,
For I will be and am my Father's star.