Charles Gregory, Author

 

In faded ages long ago, with humanity’s steadfast belief of our divine nature, the heavens sounded off and we searched; we watched; and we listened.

 

In the transparency of the dark, wrestling with our desires, dreams, defects, and disasters, we heard you utter:

 

Souls of heroes, signs of idols, omens, curses, blessings, inevitable change, vast spiritual power, visitors visiting, unseen battles, and other speculative constructs our imaginations would conjure assigning meaning to our existence.

 

Were you truly a sign of things to come or us naming that which was already in motion, already at play? Revelations absorbed through unconscious eyes, seemingly unconnected yet barely visibly threaded together. Parts and parcels of infinite parts and parcels.

 

But now gazing upwards, we see but a falling star and a child’s tale. You have been reduced from a symbol of mythos and a thing of legends to mere burning broken rock – a flash of short-lived light leaving elusive evidence of a prior existence.

 

If you had a voice though, what truth would you speak? Would you laugh defiantly at our hubris for minimizing you because we think ourselves so highly advanced yet clearly falter in wisdom?

 

Would you grieve for us wishing to be an ominous omen pleading for us to change our ways?

 

Would you chastise us because the divinity we once sought we now claim through self-idolatry, self-importance and selfishness.

 

-OR-

 

Would you smile at us because there is always hope proven out by small gestures of everyday kindness, encouraging words, innocent laughter and manifestations of wisdom?

 

Regardless, I still search upwards listening for skies to speak through heavenly wonders such as you contemplating the “why’s” and “how’s” of our being. In my heart, I cannot abate you to merely elements, chemicals and composition. While those things be true, I see the discovery as privilege and permission to peek behind the veil of divine craftsmanship.

 

Just as you my starlit gem were once part of something bigger, my soul thus proclaims, “SO AM I.” Believing I am a piece of something much more significant than I could ever possibly conceive as I embrace my role in the production of life exercising my will within a will much greater than my own.

 

-AND-

 

When it’s my turn to depart from the comet of existence, may I burn brightly once again, igniting the hearth of others as I descend fading away to nothingness…

 

OUT OF SIGHT

OUT OF MIND

OUT OF TIME