On the 360th day of the year with four minutes to midnight we stood under clear Cavan skies.
Every star had a sharpness so bright they could make an atheist bow at their majesty.
You cannot deny what the eyes make you see.
Orion’s Belt was fastened with clarity.
A question mark backwards demanded we ask ourselves the unanswerable.
Above Orion was a red star.
Stars normally don’t impress me, they make me dizzy.
They crowd my thinking, take my breath away, make me feel small and overwhelmed. They frighten me with their boastful eternity.
They will continue to shine long after we are gone.
The Ancient Greeks once thought there was a blanket behind the skies, they believed the blanket was pierced with little holes, in which the light shone through.
Those lights are what we call the stars.
Time teaches us to believe different things.
As we stood under the lights, I listened as he told me what the constellations were called.
I listened because these past few weeks have taught us that although the stars relentlessly shine, those we love can dim their light.
People can walk out the door and never come home again.
Children can be taken before they are given the opportunity to shine.
Who’s heaven decides such fate?
Illness can meet you at unexpected places, leave or take us into his arms and walk away with us.
Walking up the yard toward the house, the blue lights of the suspended Christmas tree on the street outside, brought us back to the falseness of our reality.
Our made up world that we focus so much on, fades in comparison to the Greek blanket hanging in the Cavan sky.
Oh, the beauty and fragility of life.
Understanding that brightness can be found even in the darkest corners, can resurrect our hopes.
There is such power and strength to be found in the darkness of life, for through the darkness is the epitome of life – those everlasting twinkling beacons of night’s light.
If only we could remember to bring those stars into our day’s light.
There may come a time, you need to fight for some light, if you do just remember
that once the Greeks believed in a pierced blanket in the sky.
Anything is possible, if you are willing to see the light.