Poem: “The Morning Stars”

The Morning Stars

When his daughter died he planted a pine –
When he died himself it burst through his death
As if from the tomb in which he lay

What did you plant for us, child of God?
We wait for the tree that will shade your tomb
In a dark soil rich with starlight

I planted my soul in the soil of death
And from that seed there sprang a tree
Where the shadows grew to shelter me

We found you there and bring you out
From under the shade of the dark pine tree
As the morning stars blaze up and shout

June 6, 2011

Pavel Chichikov is a Washington DC-based poet and photographer. He has written for both the secular and the Catholic press on issues as diverse as Russian nuclear weapons systems, Olympic athletes, and miracles. His books include From Here to Babylon: Poems by Pavel Chichikov,  Lion Sun: Poems by Pavel Chichikov, Mysteries and Stations in the Manner of Ignatius, and Animal Kingdom. Pavel may be heard reading his works on catholicradiointernational.com and on pavelreads.com. His poetry regularly appears on "The Poetry of Pavel Chichikov."