Stars are beautiful things. I used to think they had a cold beauty. Distant light, always out of reach. They looked down upon the world, and all its troubles, but there they hung in the sky. They were said to control the people there below. They would cross and align to weave a person's fate. People have depended on them to lead them safely home from strange waters. People have admired them as the world's glimpse of Heaven. Heaven has seen terrible things. Wars, famine, plague and Death. Death's firm grip on the world. But, the stars remained untouched. Although they have also seen Life. Life and all its beauty made more beautiful by the ever present shadow of Death. They have seen peace treaties, parties, children being born, and families at peace. Still those stars hung in the sky, unmoved by the stories below. Stars are a constant, unchanged thing in a world that never wants to stop moving. They are how we compare the beauty of bright eyes, and the guiding light we adore. Stars, in the end, are just explosions in the night sky. But, doesn't that tell you something about the human soul? That a thing so broken and destroyed, riddled with holes of sin and shame, can still find beauty? Can find something just as broken,but call it beautiful. A beauty we strive for, even if we can never reach it.
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A Compilation of My Soul
De TodoThe best way to describe this is just as the title says- a compilation of my soul. These are the short stories, the poems, the scenes never completed, the lessons I have discovered in me through the years. I believed it only right to share them with...
