Thoughts from Stargazing - Part 2

Third night of stargazing. The ocean breeze drives all the city smog away, leaving the brilliance of the stars undiminished. Stepping outside is entering another world - a world with flickering light, living in amity with the velvet dark. A world where the cold embraces you, and the only sound you hear is the rustling of the winter breeze among the verdant trees. Any word spoken in the silence becomes sacred. A prayer offered to the Almighty God.

I speak a name, the white air vanishes into the cold, carrying my prayer with it. The stars beam afar, visual reminders of Him. How glorious!

And for just moment, with eyes riveted above at the wheeling stars, time is gone. No thought of future, present, or past spoils the moment - or was it an hour? I'll never, I don't want to know. For when the moment ended, a burning desire swept o'er me. I remember those passages from A Severe Mercy and The Weight of Glory. We're immortal. And hope shines afar.