21 hours ago
Monday, March 06, 2006
The darkness of the evening sets like heavy curtains closing across the most magnificent stage. The day bows, slipping behind the curtain as the applauding fades and the silence of night begins. I lie in the brittle grass of winter staring into the vastness of the sky, nothing obstructing my view. The stars don't just twinkle, they flicker like the flame of a candle lighting up a room. The perfect placement of each gem in the sky is beyond my understanding, the work of the most skillful jeweler. His work is beautiful, majestic, flawless, and yet unseen by many. So often I let the lights of the city obstruct my view... man-made lights, my lights, not like His. My God has created these gems, these stars, like promises in the night ...the darker the night, the brighter they shine.