I often wonder

7 April 2024 10:36 PM The stars are bright high in the sky they watch over the earth through the night. What they have seen and for how long? No one could adequately write that song. The history from the begining of time, from the mediocre to the sublime. The watchers have seen it all, the largest of large, the smallest of small. I do wonder now and then, what they think of me, if they know my end. Is my life of interest at all or just a blip not worthy of recall. I must be worth something good. Father made me and has kept me as a good Father should. I don't want reward or fortune or fame. I just want someone to remember my name. To know that I mattered and tried to do well. I tried to tell others of God and of hell. Folks and angels may not know me at all but my Father... our Father He knows us all.