Stars...

I breathe, this still air, my chest inflates, my heart awakes, it is night!!
the moon and stars glitter in parade, dancing and singing as they wave at me from on high.
Oh sometimes how I wish I could be those stars. Just to get away from all of this for a while. I can imagine what child would stare out the window at night, stumble upon me, and gaze, at the lonely star.
but me, I am better then a star, for they were made without real purpose. Where as me, I was made with a soul, ready to love and live, all to honor my Maker.
So, I am glad I am not a star, no matter how fun it would be. I am glad I am me, because there is no one else I can ever be.