"The Final Flight"

I watched a shooting star as it raced across the sky,
I was awestruck by its beauty, in the darkness of the night,
surrounding it like diamonds, like tiny twinkling lights,
a million shining brothers witnessing its flight,
Sometimes, in the evening, I will stand outside my door,
and admire the peaceful heavens and I'll glimpse a shooting star.
I'll wonder at its glory and the nature of all things,
at the silence of its dying and sweet sadness, its death brings,
When the angels look down on us as we go about our lives,
to them, a fleeting moment, like the shooting stars, we spy,
Will our passage go unnoticed, into the darkest night?
Will we be a brilliant beacon, like that star, on its last flight?
Lord, I want to shine that brightly,and like moths drawn to a flame,
Bring others to Your mercy and Honor to Your Name.
And when my days are finished, may you look upon my life,
Like a glorious shooting star, as I take my final flight.