Stars

Stars

by John W. Vander Velden

                                    Image taken from: science.nationalgeographic.com 

The long day closing the western sky hot filled with amber and yellow.  The world’s color fading slowly to shades of gray as the sky reluctantly gives up its light.  The summer evening yet hot only the slightest breeze caressing hair and cheeks, gently stirring leaves high above.  The nighthawk and whip-or-will’s call remind life goes on.  Heaven’s colors fade, only a pale remnant remain above the sun’s exit.  The sky’s blue grows darker…to violet…to indigo.  The first bright diamonds can be seen before the night’s blackness has swallowed the last color.  Soon the few brightest are joined by their uncountable companions.  Hours the blue-white gems march across the sky, following the same trails journeyed for eons.  Often unnoticed as if with lives of their own, each holding its own particular place among its kin, some brighter…some bluer…yet each vital.  Together painting the great canvas above.  The great clear sky immense beyond measure can make one feel small…insignificant.  Yet we…each of us…as every star has our place.  Going on our own travels day by day.  As the night sky would be incomplete without even the smallest…dimmest…the world needs each…the proud…the grand…the modest…and above all the humble.  So stand beneath the night sky.  Breathe deeply absorbing the beauty infinite and shine!

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