Supernova
It feels as if it was not so long ago when my countless days had run together to become a dark and endless night.
Out of the black depths you came with an explosion, fast and furious, a blinding white light.
Your voice called out amidst the noise, greater than a wave of rolling thunder.
You grabbed my heart and pulled it up from the shadows that threatened to drag me under.
Hand in hand, we danced beneath a midnight sky blanketed with pure crystal stars.
We burned with a light hotter and brighter than the suns of the million galaxies and all their worlds were ours.
The ages came and went as they pleased, waxing and waning like the midnight moon.
The infinite black skies constantly calling out around us, singing that same familiar tune.
But we paid no mind to the worlds below; because, for us, all of time stood still.
And as the universes changed, one after the next, we would swear, “we never will.”
But even the stars that shine, as infinitely bright as we do, were not made to last forever.
We could never have known that, even then, the ties that bound us had already begun to sever.
In an unforeseen turn, you said you needed to set me free, and your explosion shattered the sky.
As I plummeted from the heavens, and fell upon the earth, I could not avert my eyes from watching as all that I loved seemed to die.
I stood staring at the skies, as you burned out, wishing for my return to your former grace.
And the light you once were turned to black, leaving a wake of rainbow radiation in your place.
Looking up at the night, the sky was dim and dull, devastated by the loss of you.
But in the dark void, faintly glittering specks, new stars slowly started to push their way through.
Though not as bright and glorious as you once were, they slowly healed me of my falling scars.
And as the early dawn broke, brilliant and new, once again I made my home there among the stars.
A Heart of Grace 