by Paul E. Hicks
I found myself hovering in space, stars as far as the eye could see. The distance seemed so vast yet I felt like all I had to do was reach out and grab one. Time, space, distance all those things that I measure my existence with. They seem so trivial here.
I reached out and grabbed the first star that I saw and held it there in my hand. Something so huge and yet there it floated.
I reached and grabbed another star and held it, then another and another still. There was always room in my hand. I reached again, this time grabbing multitudes until there was none left. They floated in my palm.
I cupped my hands together. The cluster of stars held there like a firefly.
I peeked in to see my prize. It was then that I saw the colors form. I touched blue and happy memories flooded through me. Green was next, the hard work of my life flashed before me. Red . . . a torrent of loss . . . tears rained down washing the stars.
I opened my palms letting out the firefly. It scattered into thousands of moments in my life. It left behind a pane of shattered colors. Choices made both good and bad webbed their way through those colorful moments.
A warm glow wrapped around me. It was a star brighter than all the others, a star that gave sustenance to all the little ones.
My experiences, my life, my soul . . . My Kaleidoscope.
4 comments:
Beautifully written. I got a star/space vibe from the photograph as well.
Paul (#109)
What a lovely exploration of the theme.
Beautiful. Loved the imagery.
Very nice, Paul. I especially like the part about peeking to see the prize. ---Wendy from writing group
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