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Of Stars and Little Ones

O sweet little one,
you’ve reached as high as you can,
but can’t touch the stars.

But don’t you worry.
All this talk of reaching for them
is just that: talk.

You don’t have to strive.
Just “be,” little one. The same
God who made the stars

and gave them their names
and placed more than we can see
more than we can count

in a universe
He made, in a space and time
only He can know …

This very same God
made and intimately knows
you too, little one.

He knows you by name.
He knows the exact number
of hairs on your head.

You’re more precious than
all the stars he knows and named —
billions and billions.

Listen, little one,
you don’t have to reach the stars.

God made you higher.

© Marie Elena Good 2025