Stars Above
Stars, little glowing lights in the heavens; brighter than any light made by human hands. What if they’re really eyes, shining from the dark clouds? They see everything; they must, there are so many. Do they talk about what they witness? Perhaps not, as many as there are, the talk would be so loud, you couldn’t hear your own voice above their din.
Brightest of all stars
What have you witnessed tonight?
Brightest eyes of God.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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