It was dark,

And the stars were out.

Inky blackness,

Peppered with

Golden

Sparkles.

And the ground

Was cold,

And the fire

Was warm,

And the stars,

Were angels,

Smiling down

From the heavens.

And I lay there.

And I looked up,

Into the sky.

And there were 

Stars,

And empty sky,

And something else.

Something so

Old, 

Vast,

Powerful.

Something that

Filled 

The whole

Sky,

And yet,

Took up

No more space

Then the tiniest star.

And I lay there,

Awestruck,

Lying under the

Stars.

The moon 

Had set,

And 

There was

Nothing

Rivaling 

The light

Of the stars.

What was

Normally a 

Cold 

Shimmer, 

Was now

A 

Warm

Beckoning

Light. 

A light,

That was so 

pale

And yet

So stunning.

The light of angels.

And there was

Something 

Else.

There was a light,

That was so dark,

That it could not

Be 

Either.

And I lay there, 

On the cold ground,

By the warm fire,

Looking up,

At the beautiful

Stars.

And I felt

Soft, 

Warm,

Safe,

And like

Everything was 

Right with 

The world.

And it was.

I lay there,

My face cold,

My fingers numb,

My soul

In tune with the heart

Of the universe.

And I reached

My hand up,

And I 

Touched

The 

Face

Of

God.