I cannot help but stare at the pinpricked floor of heaven and thank God for the little lights his kingdom shines through its holes. It is a rare occurrence to see the stars as I see them tonight, without the veil of streetlights and nightlife. Looking at them now, I see that nothing has ever worn a more false façade. They are no longer the bright white I have seen before. They begin to reveal a spectrum of color unseen and unimaginable. Some radiate of emerald, of sapphire, of ruby, and gold. For the first time I see that the smallest are among the most magnificent. I begin to realize that the brightest stars are often but a streak of light that radiates from what no longer exists. I see that the biggest of breakdowns explode with beauty incomprehensible to our jaded minds. Knowing His hand has placed each, I covet their ability to obey, to remain just as he created them, and I fall to my knees in awe of the one who created this. Created me.
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