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editing suggestion : Long ago I learned that there are two ways to observe the night sky.

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, and the other is reverently,

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She had a friend.

This is loosely based on an actual experience.  Please don’t be offended if you are slanted in a different direction than I. Try to be tolerant.   This is just the way I am, and I want to let that come out.


It is a pitch black, clear night in this wilderness.  The moon is hidden.  The nearest human light shines miles away.  He stands in the darkness alone, face upraised to the heavens.  I approach him quietly, not disturbing the reverence of "his" moment.  He hears me and ignores my approach.  There is no need to talk.  I lift my eyes to the ebon canopy spattered with points of light and become quickly enthralled also.


Long ago I learned that there are two ways that to observe the night sky; one is analytically, searching the vast panorama and assigning a name to each constellation and each star, and two is reverently, taking in the majestic whole of it and letting it “speak” for itself.  This is a night for the latter. 2 comments


For some minutes. the stars, he, and I are united by the spectacle.  Friendship rarely knows such unspoken depths.  There is no need for anything else to be done or said, just to dwell as one in this instant.


“Almost makes you think there’s a God, doesn’t it?” he breaks the spell.


“There is a God, Tat’o.”  I reply truthfully, as I see it.   It seems unnecessary to say anything more.  The heavens are declaring the glory of God.  They “preach” with more sincerity and intensity than I ever could. 1 comment


Nothing more is said.  We continue our quiet quest with faces upraised.  What he is seeking, I am not sure, but I do know that the Creator of this entire instant has already found me, and filled me with wonder---and more.


My thoughts drift to my friend.  “I hope that Tat’o finds what he really needs.  I hope that he yearns to be filled with the wonder of this moment as I have.  I want this moment be eternal for him."

“Will it ever come to be?”  
I think this question silently to Someone wiser than I.  “Will Tat’o ever know his place in this universe?”

A trite phrase comes unbidden to my mind “God only knows...”   

“And I don’t”
   I muse. “I will wait though.  The next moment already is, and I am ready."


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