Oh, how lonely night would be if not for the stars!
From a solely poetic, not scientific standpoint, they seem to be tiny, mysterious specks of light. While they do not illuminate the sky, they do make it somehow lighter. The night cannot envelope you, while the stars stay in their places. In a poetic sense, there is a top, an edge to the world, an end of this space and a start to a new one.
They are hopeful.
The One who made the stars loves me. with Real Love. He withholds no good thing. Walking home tonight, I was thinking about the way I love Him, too. With Real Love.
Crazy beautiful love.
Crazy fulfilling.
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