Star

And I was told today that everything started with an explosion of a star. Everything!

Including me, including you!

And then I remembered that the most beautiful things in life, started with a dream. A small, tiny little dream. The dreams we dreamt. In the night. The dreams we dreamt walking to work, riding a bike, having a shower, or gazing at the stars. Everything started with a dream.

A love, a friendship, the memories you cherish the most. They live because one day you dreamt. They live because one day you created them on the core of the shiny star tinkling inside of you.

Your are made of billions and billions of star dust, and you shine. In God eyes you are the only star.

Shinning through the night, the dark days, shinning through the sadness in the big city; the everlasting gray. No matter, you are made of colours. Of gold and rays. You are the contrast that defines the truth and the essence beyond our consciousness. The miracle happening now. They are happening all the time. The belief. The differentiation between lives are belief. You are what you belive; you are a little star shinning through the night.

You are the dream that shines through, the hope that revives with the cold rain, the sparkle. You are your faith. Faith for better ways. For me and you, and for what surround us. Earth.

Everything starts with a dream. One little dream.

I have a little dream for you, come and dream a dream with me, and we can all be one beautiful star shinning through in the darkness nights.

Peace, peace on Earth. That is the dream.

Amen

Ana Frantz