The silence between the stars

They told you the dark was empty, that space was a cold hush with nothing to say but they were wrong. The silence between stars is not silence at all, but a listening a lullaby wrapped in gravity, waiting for someone to call it beautiful. You, who thought yourself too small, too broken, too scattered in thought you are seen. You are named. And the light that shaped you never forgot. Even when the world turns away, even when faith wears thin like threadbare cloth, the cosmos hums with the memory of your being. Somewhere, a star holds your breath in its core. Somewhere, a planet waits for your step. You are not lost. You are not late. You are not noise in the static. You are a note in the great chord still ringing through the echoing cathedral of time. And that is enough to begin again.