When I look at the sky at night I see stars which are billions and billions of miles away.
I see history, history of the creation of the Universe.
Clouds ad fog diturb the view...
Though many man has studied Astronomy and Astrology... they are still going across that thin line between reality and mythology... sometimes the line disappears and they unite.
Once, it was a warm summer evening, I reached to the child inisde me... I met God again... together we watched the sky...
"Father... those stars hold the history of Your creation...
Those little lights in the sky... this light and image are dated so far in time..."
Lord, when I was a child, myths of fear took away the shiny glamour of these stars...
When time passed, I learned more and more about light, stars, and universe...
But my vision of the these history-telling-stars is blocked with clouds and fog...
When time passed... I learned about You too...
But I still could not see the history the stars tell...
You gave me a rose and a stone...
A whisper of Your love...
Spoke to my heart and said.."it will be alright... love will fill your heart..."
Since then the rose and the stone chased my doubts away...
I reach out to them to read what stars have to say...
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