my days on paper

Reaching the stars..

Deep in the night
When I close my eyes
My room vanishes
And the Earth with it
Bathed in starlight
In all its splendor
With no clouds in its way
Or a moon to compete

Beautiful
I would lift my hands
To reach for the stars
To touch its eternal mystery
To grasp the infinite unknown
My heart longed
In aching adoration
To understand it
To reach it

But all has changed
Since I know you
My God
My Saviour

Now in the night
I would lift my hands
To reach for you
For you are the eternal mystery
The infinite unknown
I ache for you
I cry for you
Let me touch you
Let me understand you

Beautiful
When I close my eyes
Only You and I remain
Waiting
For Your hands to catch mine

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This came up when I was sleeping - about to sleep. Some nights when I was a kid, I would pretend that the ceiling doesn't exist, and 'reach' for the stars. Of course I did not understand it that time. Now I do. I was enchanted by its mystery and beauty. I was fascinated by the unreachable.

I still lift up my hands sometimes before I sleep, but this time, the stars transformed into something else, or rather, the stars took form of what it had always represented in my mind. The eternal beauty of mystery. The infinite splendor of the unknown. My God. Our God.

Posted by kg at June 17, 2004 9:06 AM