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Stars 3858



As I rest on the sturdy surface

Of the ancient wooden pier,

Warmed by the sun’s rays.

My essence diminishes.



I gaze up at the brilliance of the heavens.

Illuminated not only by

the radiance of the moon.

But by the multitude of bright stars.



Sparkling, twinkling minute

Crystals of pure light,

spray across the midnight sky,

and remind me of His majesty.



Are they placed there tenderly?

By his holy hand?

Or has the wind

Scattered them carelessly?



Is there a message

Written in the stars?

A solution to a mystery?

Or do these dazzling lights

Have no significance?



Whichever…

I will never tire of

gazing up at their wonderful empire.

Too exquisite to abandon.