the faraway star
I have not shed any tears at all this week since last Saturday night. It's not that i felt less sad or missed him lesser but some things free us in their leaving, out of necessity or as a matter of course. After this week of prayer and spending time with God, the confusion i had lived under for so long cleared like a fog, and then i realise that the stars do look different from where i stand and where they might be standing, wherever i may be.
The world shifts in our estimation, and goodbyes do not seem so difficult after all. Nor perhaps as significant, in the greater scheme of things.
The world shifts in our estimation, and goodbyes do not seem so difficult after all. Nor perhaps as significant, in the greater scheme of things.
