[Uncle Jaque]

Can anyone tell me the Home State of the Astronauts we lost this Morning with the Columbia? (Knowing that one was a Son of Israel).

As I watched in helpless sorrow the umpteenth re-run on the TV screen of the firey demise of the doomed spacecraft, the imagery suddenly reminded me of a cluster of “Falling Stars”.

Seven gallant Pioneers returning home from the last great frontier, their proud and adoring Families and Colleages anxiously awaiting their triumphant return to Earth... to home.

Yet in a heartbeat, it seems, this high adventure was transformed into firey disaster; The good Ship Columbia and her Crew became in an instant...

Falling Stars.

Then the rough draft of a lyric began to form in my mind, along the lines of...

Seven Falling Stars.

Seven sparkling, Falling Stars,
lighting up the Morning;
Above the Lone Star State they blaze
And tumble without warning;
And behold; a Star of David;
Precious Star of India;
Streaming down from Heaven
Where the Angels hold so tightly...

Onto the twinkling Host of Heaven
Through ages as their own;
By their own Creator each one named, and counted
Seeds of Light throughout the Universe
He has so gloriously sown
Where but Angels - and a few brave Souls - encountered;

And among them shone, if but a while
A star of ____________;...
(Help me out here)...
????

...Something about “Columbia’s Coming Home...”

or...

“Did any child look up that day,
in wonder and in awe;
And wish a wish,
upon those falling Stars
Prechance she saw?
...

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Admittedly chainsaw poetry at this point, but it’s slowly coming together.

There’s a song in here somewhere, don’t you suppose?

UJ

[My Favorite Headache]

Yes indeed.

[Darksheare]

They were shooting stars, weren't they...

[HiTech RedNeck]

"And among them shone, if but a while
A star of ____________;...
(Help me out here)...
????"

<sensitive-poet-mode> ... a star of silvery metal bright
where gossamer glass from icy dew
gave way; and roamed in rarefied space's night
the vessel of Columbian dreams we knew
now perished; ...</sensitive-poet-mode>

That's enough for my brain at this hour. Good luck on the song.

[HiTech RedNeck]

whose gossamer glass from icy dew