Stars and Their Light
When darkness drapes the world in quiet grace,
And silence hums where daytime used to burn,
The stars emerge—each in its ancient place—
With light too soft to sear, but strong to learn.
No blaze to blind, no fire that commands,
Just whispers from a thousand years away,
A balm that settles gently on your hands,
And tells your restless soul it’s safe to stay.
They do not ask for strength you do not hold,
Nor mourn the parts of you that came apart.
They shine through wounds the world has left you cold,
And map the path back inward, to your heart.
So starlight heals not loud, but long, and true—
By showing you the light still lives in you.
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