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.