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OF STARS AND LITTLE ONES

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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.

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The Atmosphere Here

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Hundreds of billions
of stars in the universe
pale when compared to

the tens of trillions
of nonexistent dollars.
American debt.

© Marie Elena Good 2025

one trillion = 1,000 billion

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He sang the universe
into existence.
An estimated one septillion
stars,
each with a name
given by Him.
Oh, to be bestowed
the voice of an angel
to have sung with Him a star.
Just one.
And oh, how I long to speak
to comets.
To utter one sound
one note the comets comprehend,
then to soar on their tails,
singing praise to the One
who fashioned us.

The line, “How I long to speak to comets,” comes from poet friend Damon Dean’s A Comet, Green. Damon’s poetry may be found at: https://sevenacresky.com/

May 5, 2019

MILKY WAY

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In last night’s sky
I saw hundreds of stars
above me,
and I remembered
Michigan’s night sky,
when you and I stood
beneath not hundreds
but billions
or trillions
and I wished
I could take them home.