Photo of Scrabble tiles spelling, "Stars", a tiny telescope and an origami fortune teller, flower and star

Astrophysicists theorize it. The Native Americans affirm it. The Book of Revelations declares it. What do these three sources have to do with stars?

…the relationship between stars and other beings.

Stars: Astrophysicists

First of all, scientific analysis leads astrophysicists to tell us that we are made from “star stuff”. These heavenly bodies are made largely from hydrogen and helium. These, in turn, produce heat and light. Consequently, they create hot balls of gas. From this hydrogen and helium, astronomer, Carl Sagan, tells us that the elements of carbon, nitrogen, and oxygen form. Interestingly, these same elements found in stars are also within our human bodies.

Stars: Native Americans

Secondly, Native American legends speak of the Star People. Were they humans? Perhaps they were some kind of other worldly beings? Maybe they came from those heavenly bodies? Perhaps these beings shone like twinkling wonders?

Meanwhile, it is fascinating to think that several constellations have people related names. Significantly, the Pleiades is known as the Seven Sisters. Orion is called the Hunter. In another example, the Pawnee tribe calls Polaris the Chief Star.

Book of Revelations

Last of all, the Book of Revelations reveals Jesus’ words, “I am the bright and morning star.” We all have our own interpretations. Does this mean Jesus is truly a star? My dreamy, artistic self wants to take this scripture literally. Undeniably, I want to believe this astrophysicists’ theory! Similarly then, this Native Americans’ legend must be true as well!

Indeed, these lovely comparisons of stars to other beings inspired my sonnet. In the process, it significantly healed this mother’s soul. My poem describes actual experiences our young son and I had. His origami creation ended up being a project I shared with other classes. Hundreds of other students got to enjoy it through the years! Finally, whenever I write about how these events can bridge to the profound, it connects me to great mystery.

           Origami Lesson

My son, when you were ten, a laddie boy,
we bent and creased and crafted paper fun.
of twirly gigs and spinning fans and toys,
of magic planes that dipped and dived and spun.
Progressing next with origami folds,
then fortune tellers by the score we made.
In grouping three, I glued so it would hold.
A flower formed for you that would not fade.
You touched my blossom, made a matching one,
attached together, then exclaimed, "Mom, look,
I made a star!" Oh my! Amazing, son!
Your life too early folded, heaven took.
My fleeting flower offered from afar.
Our son exults as ever shining star.

First publication rights, Lyrical Iowa 2020, 75th Anniversary Edition

Published by Linda M. Wolfe

Midwestern mystic with varying amounts of mother, teacher, artist, seeker

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