MY STAR

When I receive E-mails, from visitors to my web site, they are usually very positive and supportive....thankfully:) Sometimes in in the quiet of the evening, I re-read some of the E-mails I have received. They have helped me during those times, when I may have felt a little down or needed a bit of positive reinforcement.

There is a fellow Writer who visited my site ….shortly after I first began creating…in 1998. He wrote a very complimentary piece of E-mail. I was interested in his style of writing and asked if he ever cared to share, I would love to read a few. I did not have any idea what I was in for. I was about to be floored with this man’s ability….the kind of ability I could only dream of possessing. Whether it be in poetry form, or as a story, you are captured by his words. There is one particular writing he sent to me that rendered me speechless. After reading it, you will know why. I would like to share this with you and please know that this writing is copyrighted.

My star lies at an unimaginable distance from here...so far away in the vastness of space it lives. So distant is it, that there is not an abode of life anywhere in what can be conceived of, in our imaginations. My star is small by the standards of celestial bodies, but burns so hot, that it is pure white. Dwarfed by the red giants that burn fiery and violently about it, but nonetheless, holds the ground in intensity. It was born like all stars of humble beginnings......simple energy, matter that has been around since creation itself existed. It may be small and insignificant to the casual observer but it is powerful and great in its own right. What significance does this small star have among its giant neighbors? What makes itdistinguish itself in the cold blackness of space, that is so unforgiving? It survived despite incredible odds. Though it is unknown to so much of the universe, it shines eternally anyway...possessing infinite patience and not knowing or caring of its discovery. It holds to the vigil so far away, without question....holding its value as a member of the universe and living its own life, no matter what the future holds and not caring of its final pass, or its inevitable death. It is the sentinel of peace and life.

So very far away, insurmountable to be measured in miles....a man watches the starry sky. Alone on a mountain top, he comes here to gaze at the clusters so bright and shimmering. Here, far away from the life of this planet, he sees the stars in their natural habitat....cold, black ink darkness. As he scans the skies, the brightness of some, hold him for a moment and then he moves on. Then, a singular star catches his eye. It is small, but its pinpoint of light sparkles with an unusual intensity. Its crystalline appearance almost shimmering, in the rythmn of a tune unheard. He scans the skies once to see brighter, more pronounced objects that not only shine, but move among the heavens, but he returns to this star once again. He is drawn to it. It speaks to him and he wonders what tales it would tell if he could understand or communicate with it somehow. He wonders of its origin and how it came to be, amidst so much splendor in the night. He sees its rare beauty, that is evident....even on a crystal clear night with so much light raining down. He wonders how he ever missed it before, how beautiful it really is and why he has been denied its appearance for so long,. This star Inspires him. It comforts him in times of sorrow and pain. He returns to it night after night.to see it and reminds him that we are so insignificant in the universe....that all we consider so sacred and wonderful in our lives could shatter and just disappear and this star will shine on. He studies it with the limited tools at his disposal, knowing that the light that he sees now, left the star long before there was life on earth and if it were destroyed one second after that, it would live on in its brilliance for ages unimagined.....from the mere distance it has attained to his world. He wonders of its story and how much of it will always be a mystery, despite everything he imagines about it. The inspiration he receives from it, staggers him. He is able to create such beautiful work and it remains unabated. He longs for the star to kill the sun each night for its return, knowing full well that even in daylight it is there, but remains invisible. He doesn't always have to see it, as it remains with him, its lustrous beam forever in his mind. But he also knows, he will only be allowed to be so close to it..... that for his lifetime, he may have to settle for admiring its incadescence from afar. Knowing this, will not deter from its allure. So much, from something so far. This is my star now.
I think I'll call it Shayna