Today, the Creator blessed the morning with a falling star. A nearly full moon lit the shadowy early winter morning as it shined brightly through the clouds. The snow covered the ground reflected the light from above. As I looked up to the north, a streak of light crossed the cloud-covered sky. Startled, I made my wish.
Now some may say that this was simply a piece of space debris falling into the atmosphere and that’s may be true of not only this but of all falling stars. However, that doesn’t explain why at that precise moment I looked up to see the only star in the sky fall. The symbolism of this moment isn’t lost to me.
It seems to reflect a legend that circulates every year at this time, except that my star was in the north, not the east. And though I am not a shepherd, I was standing in a field.
Has something miraculous happened in the north? Yes, I saw a falling star in a starless sky. Does it herald a new age, one of peace and understanding? Only time will tell.
Now some may say that this was simply a piece of space debris falling into the atmosphere and that’s may be true of not only this but of all falling stars. However, that doesn’t explain why at that precise moment I looked up to see the only star in the sky fall. The symbolism of this moment isn’t lost to me.
It seems to reflect a legend that circulates every year at this time, except that my star was in the north, not the east. And though I am not a shepherd, I was standing in a field.
Has something miraculous happened in the north? Yes, I saw a falling star in a starless sky. Does it herald a new age, one of peace and understanding? Only time will tell.