FADING WITH THE STARS!
Fading With The Stars!
The difference is
very plain to see, no matter how much you try to ignore the skies above your
head. You can try your best to walk as straight as possible without lifting
your head up but guess what?
The horizon will
flip you back to the skies: the space in between is where our thoughts fly
easily without any impediments.
Would you believe it
if I told you that you really do not need wings to fly? God gave all the wings
to the birds of heaven and to His holy angels. Angels and birds need no
imaginations to know how flying is like.
We are the real
birds of heaven when it comes to flying and soaring.
When I was a boy, it
was hard for me to walk around with my head bowed without bumping against somebody
walking in the opposite direction. My world and my town did not look anything like
what I see today: everything has changed.
I feel like my original
artist who first painted my world had died; what is going on?
Fading with the
stars may seem like an impossible dream to most people who still feel at home,
in this world of pain and acute suffering.
Seeing is not believing
to some. You can always see what you want to see despite the glaring reality below.
You will look for me, and I will be
gone to blend with the stars: my face and my glorious smile will be painted all
over the milky white way.
Hello. Nobody taught
me this when I was a child; growing up is growing old, is what the four winds
whispered into my ears.
When I was a
boy, I used to run and skipped like a gazelle but nowadays and after all these
years, my steps have gotten shorter as my horizon continues to beckon me from a
fading distance.
Gone are the days
when we used to touch the skies as boys and enjoyed an eighteen-hour day. Sleeping
was always shorter than all the free hours we had in our joyous and carefree
days.
No matter how many
times and thorough I wipe my eyes, things just do not seem like the world I saw
as a kid.
Fading with the
stars to me one day, when my day is done: is not a dream but a reality I
breathe through with every beat of my heart.
You will look
for me, and I will be gone to blend with the stars: my face and my glorious
smile will be painted all over the milky white way.
In case you did not
know this, the innumerable number of stars; represent the number of souls since
Adam and Eve. No modern technology and not even AI can guess the number of
stars above.
Scientists tell
us that countless stars die every day but strangely, when I look up the skies
at night, I cannot see any empty holes representing the cosmic graves of these dead
stars.
It feels so cosy and
enveloping as I sit here in the dark, counting my stars and the Goodness of the
Lord over the decades I spent criss-crossing these rough planes of this rugged
earth.
I can see the
faces of all my departed loved ones painted all over the skies. These stars
staring down on me, are there to remind me that I am never alone.
I cherish the stars
and the moon each passing night.
Fading with the
stars may seem like an impossible dream to most people who still feel at home,
in this world of pain and acute suffering. Seeing is not believing to some
You will look for me, and I will be
gone to blend with the stars: my face and my glorious smile will be painted all
over the milky white way.
What is man that
thou art mindful of him? A man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full
of trouble. He cometh forth like a flower and is cut down: he flees also as a shadow
and continues not.
I am here to
tell you that, we are more than flesh and dust!
Fading with the
stars to me one day, when my day is done: is not a dream but a reality I
breathe through with every beat of my heart.
You will look
for me, and I will be gone to blend with the stars.
What a merciful God
we serve! There is life even in death. These lines on my forehead and hands,
are a testament of what the Lord has done for me.
Fading With The Stars Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
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