The Star Gazer

How small am I?

The tiny light of joy

at the watchful eye of light

Your stars consume me.

They take me into a small glimpse of you and your heaven to come.

Transporting me into an angels language of light.

I long to be a shooting star one that captures it’s purpose for a thousand years.

Instead I sit under the lights and I begin to weep, the beauty of your creations make me know how small I am. Still you, and a few brave hearts love me and the stars? They are surrounding me with their light and purpose. I feel the joy of the lights that shine above me and shelter me somehow in my fear of darkness.

I am consumed by the stars and I am happy.

L.S 2023

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