The Sky that Spoke

I looked at the night sky above me, the opaque void barren and undefined. Nothing more than a shade of deep violet until my eyes had adjusted to the light, or I suppose the absence of it. However, the formless sky burst into life within moments the night, the empty sky soon filled with stars. 

 The Deeper I looked into the expanse, I saw an ever increasing number of stars, some so distant you could argue they never existed at all. The seemingly random yet Perfect spacing between the brilliant lights began to narrow, and upon realizing the true magnitude of what I was witnessing I began to feel small. I had become an insignificant piece of an ever expanding universe, a vastly wonderful cosmos unfolding at the speed of thought. 

A flood of emotions soon overcame me as if the small section of the universe I had observed had compressed itself into a stream flowing through my mind. Flawless in design, and infinite in nature the night sky was nothing less than magnificent. With each breath of the brisk winter air I fell deeper into the trance of thought and wonder, the sky continuing to endow me with her beauty. 

It was as if the night was whispering to me the meaning of existence. The soft gentle voice led me into what can only be described as a calm panic of want for understanding. And once again, my mind had become a tempest as every thought simultaneously shifted from the infinite cosmos before me to the single absolute; the creator. 

Upon questioning the infinite and attempting the query of my Creator I came to the understanding that some thoughts simply cannot be understood. From all outward appearances I had gained no knowledge from my silent exchange with the sky, however knowledge is not always understanding. that night I found a peace I had never experienced before, one I cannot say is of this world.

During my time in thought I hadn’t noticed a cool evening dew began to form on my forehead. The dew felt as if it were the memory of the last embrace from a long forgotten friend, having the same comfort as a distantly familiar childhood smell. 

Feeling as if all of nature was coaxing me to slumber, the ground no less comfortable than my bed. Once more I chose to listen to the night sky and surrendered my thoughts to the peace that overcame me. I faded into a deep sleep, the sleep of a comforted and weary soul.-