The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Just collating, now, spellchecking (when you write using predominantly Yiddish names and my very weird grammar, it is wise to turn the red and green lines off, or your vision starts to go wonky) and re-checking my refs page.

The story's gone from my head, and onto the page, and wow, I'm crying like a fool.

"Under Your white stars, Lord, stretch to me Your white hands..."

I would say, as I fell back on my bed, "It is accomplished", but that line is taken.

Thank you!