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Far Away Stars
When I stand on this earth, on a mountain, in a field, in my backyard, I wonder as I gaze at the heavens, where we are. More, I wonder, who we are near such a small star? I wonder at the beauty of snow capped mountains gleaming gold in the evening light. I wonder at the never-ending darkness, which is not darkness in my sight. In a universe so deep, so timeless, so rich in creation, I wonder what created this great formation. I wonder why we are here upon this small orb in such an early beginning in time, which seems so long ago. There is a planet called Mars that we have barely begun to know. There are star clusters called NGC1512, thirty million light years away. I wonder, will they forever stay? I listen to Rossiniís "William Tell Overture", and I hear nothing from the stars, they are too far away, serving other worlds, not ours. Is Godís plan only for us, mere specs in a universe so large? I wonder why we are chosen, yet not allowed to understand the rest of His creation molded by His own hand. I see ants in the desert, deer in the forest, hear thunder on the mountain, so close, yet so far, but not as distant as a far away star. Are those things easier to understand as the things we cannot reach, or should we know them firsthand? I have seen fishes under the water, an Elegant Swan swimming by. Now I wonder why that catches my eye? I can see into the far reaches of space, yet I cannot see what is in front of my face. Will I ever understand why so many choose to be the first rat in a human rat race? I marvel and wonder at the epitome of life. Was it written, or was it planned, can I really begin to understand? As I stand on this earth, I wonder at Godís creation. Is this near the end of my summation? Tomorrow will come, sure as the dawn, we will all awake to greet the day. Should we pray on our knees, ask for help from above, or maybe just let come what may? We are only human living near a small star. Do your best, thank your God For that which you are.
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