By Cassandra Lease
From the stars of old we came
And to the stars we shall return
Stars we’ll never see or name
Past all we’ll ever know or learn
The stars themselves will fade and die
All things must fall to dust one day
We hope the soul endures, and I
Hold to this fragile faith and pray
All things fall, and all things rise
All that we were, all that we are
From earth below to fertile skies
From dust to dust, from star to star
You were like the shining sun above
Guiding me through every day
Your strength, your patience, and your love
Set my feet upon this way
There were dreams you dreamed for me
And tales you wove when the nights were long
Now I must dream what’s next to be
And weave all my own tales and songs
All things fall, and all things rise
All that we were, all that we are
From earth below to fertile skies
From dust to dust, from star to star
In ending, there must be some grace
Or all ends in futility
There’s so much of you I can’t replace
But some part of you must live in me
Now let your pilgrim soul fly free
Past setting sun and evening star
Through time and all eternity
To a bright and boundless world afar
All things fall, and all things rise
All that we were, all that we are
From earth below to fertile skies
From dust to dust, from star to star
We commend you now to earth and sky
All that you were, all that you are
All that falls again must rise
From dust to dust,
from star to star
Cassandra Lease was a writer and friend of mine, who passed away too soon and too young in February of 2020. She wrote this poem and performed it to honor her mother when she died a few years back.
