Celebrity

Once there was a celebrity who harboured a secret sorrow
Who am I?, he said off stage, and What have I become?
The stage replied:
The praise of crowds cannot travel with you
Therefore do not seek the praise of crowds
Seek the favour of God
Which goes with us always
When the road ends
And you cannot see where the next one begins
Remember:
Love is the oxygen in which we breathe
Love is the ether through which we go
Love is the doors by which we come
Love is the sun that lights our days
Love is the stars that tend our nights
Love is the sound of all our prayers
Love is the substance of our dreams
Love is the burning of our tears
And everything is like love
Because love created everything
The celebrity wept
To hear such words
So plainly spoken
For he had star-quality
Though none of the audience
Understood his tears.