The Gift of Stars.

Stars, brilliant, glowing, twinkling orbs of low thump, gloss glitter. Each individual, together, a constellation dancing in community. Stars, shine in darkness, there 
for my watchful wonder, beauty glimmer against charcoal gray. There, to guide my steps, to show me the way. Have I paused to glance up and breathe without a sound? Have my words gotten in the way of a silent gaze at God? Have I noticed the constant glory watching over me nightly? Stars, among the heavens, floating in the East, there, since the beginning. A sign for wise pilgrims to follow, a symbol of abundant joy….