Hidden under blankets from the star's reach,
Huddled in a sleeping bag; face to sky,
Wondering if the distant lights can teach,
Why they're happy; I never see them cry.

Maybe I'm much too far away from them,
If only I could take a closer look,
To see why space makes them appear gemmed,
Even while their core is being cooked.

Gleaming apparition of burning flames,
His refining hands in my heart so sears,
To scorh away my impurity's claims,
To sparkle His beauties like a mirror.

The stars will fade to none,
but His light in us rays,
Forever more the Son,
Creator of our days,
Jesus' glory will stun,
Greater than the milky way.

Thanks- Silke... Yes I love to expierince those lines too, its so nice every once in a while to sleep outside of the box(house).. I hope you are doing well!
Godbless,

in Christ,
Jay