Cupped In My Hand

The stars are very

far away.

I stood outside

my chin lifted heavenward.

"Look up at the heavens

And count the stars--

if indeed you can

count them"

I cannot.

"So your offspring shall be."

Since Abram

Many stars have burnt

their last.

How many more

till I see my Lord?

I hope to be wise.

Those who are wise

will shine like the

brightness of the heavens.

I hope to be righteous,

and like those who lead

many to righteousness, so I

may shine like the stars for

ever and ever.

Fireflies are like little stars.

Stars we can touch.

The twinkle in the

dusk.

God reminding us of

his covenant.

It is almost like

holding this divinity

cupped in my hand.

What a little blessing.

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