There is an
old belief that the stars shining in the night sky are the spirits of those who
have died. They have shed their earthly bodies and exchanged them for bodies
made of light; thousands upon thousands of our dear departed friends all
promoted to glory in the night sky. There is another saying that the brightest
flame burns the shortest.
My friend,
you were the brightest star in my own universe. While I burn on, my flame
dimmed by grief and despair at your passing, the stars are watching me. They
are too far away for me to touch, just as you have gone somewhere I cannot
follow until my own star-time comes. They cannot be held close for comfort,
just as I can no longer hold you close, though I held you close to comfort you
in your final hours. We were together for such a short time, but the stars will
burn forever.
One day I
will grow tired of this earthbound body, my own star-time will come and my
spirit will soar into the sky to burn with all those friends who have gone
before me. On the inky cloth of space we will be reunited in constellations of
joy. Until then, my flame burns low and dim and cold without you. Through my
tears I look upwards to see if you are watching me and what do I see?
There is a
new star shining in the sky tonight.
(Sarah
Hartwell;
Author has
released this into the public domain so that it may be freely distributed.)
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