HITCH YOUR WAGON TO A STAR

Scene near Pakistan farm

after traveling couple thousand miles 

i am tired. besides that, 

i have sand in my eye.

my feet are hurting, i

just wanna lay down and die.

we could not find our way

through the storms.

i heard some say

we'd got lost

one of the leaders

witnessed strange bright

at night, continuing

through next day.

in order to follow the light

our whole armada changed course.

it just seemed serene,

to be guided by Something

after one year, star

ceased movement

that day the world stopped

and fear overtook us

humps (we called ourselves "humps"!)

men began to run, we camels 

right behind...as if chasing. 

and all hearts beat

in rhythm with feet.

ending near a barn, late,

we'd missed act one, fate?

my masters got to meet with 

some Baby King--in secret. 

somehow tiredness disappeared,

sand blew out from my eye

people all said such nice things, 

finally--finally said good-bye.

i drank 50 gallon of water, (in 3 minutes!) 

became ready for a journey. 

prior heavy burden miraculously 

transformed to lighter load.

this time, no star--

i knew the road.

how honored, we--to have been

chosen actors in an ageless story!

me, i'm an old hump, almost 50...

but looking back at everything,

my whole life through--

deep down I knew

that i'd been given 

an opportunity to serve

my--and your--heavenly king.

--STEVE E