The Space between Stars is not Empty
The space between stars is not empty by far,
Where those departed too soon go to rest as angel stars.
Once their earthly life ends,
A new beginning among the stars transcends
All melodies, all poetry, and for eternity.
The stars twinkle the brightest in unity,
Playing chords on the piano or the cello,
Playing their best for those on earth below.
A celebration of memory and love,
A tribute to the lonely, the sad, the forgotten, the beloved.
Their voices in union softly praising from a better place—
Amazing Grace.
The connection is felt throughout the world,
Eyes cast to the sky as warm memories swirl.
A feeling of peace and connection exists,
As tears fall down our cheeks for those we miss.
Timeless,
Priceless—
There is space for you and me at our last goodbye;
Our resting souls will hold a piece of the sky.
Our brothers and sisters nestled among the stars,
Encore after encore, raising the bar.
Their wings flutter so gently,
Surrounding those on entry.
This is what I believe to be living in the space between the stars:
A homecoming, a celestial gathering of all our superstars.
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