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I asked the stars:
What is the most important thing?
The panorama of bright sentinels remained
silent and just keep shining.
So I repeated my question, this time imploringly:
What is the most important thing?
It was urgent. My time here is limited.
I deserve clarity. I deserve truth.
Summer's nightwind caressed my face.
I accepted this show of earthly tenderness,
of warm reassurance, but divined
no answer from the twinkling firmament
above. The stars just kept shining
with an irksome persistence.
Maybe I didn't deserve an answer.
Or maybe I wasn't approaching this
with enough reverence. So, instead
of looking up, I bowed my head
and looked within.
What is the most important thing?
I whispered so only I could hear. Then behind
my eyes, a blend of space and light emerged.
The whole universe opened up inside of me.
There was silence. There was peace.
The stars aligned.
And without making
a sound, they just kept shining.
-Marie Marchand
By Julie Potiker4.9
1717 ratings
I asked the stars:
What is the most important thing?
The panorama of bright sentinels remained
silent and just keep shining.
So I repeated my question, this time imploringly:
What is the most important thing?
It was urgent. My time here is limited.
I deserve clarity. I deserve truth.
Summer's nightwind caressed my face.
I accepted this show of earthly tenderness,
of warm reassurance, but divined
no answer from the twinkling firmament
above. The stars just kept shining
with an irksome persistence.
Maybe I didn't deserve an answer.
Or maybe I wasn't approaching this
with enough reverence. So, instead
of looking up, I bowed my head
and looked within.
What is the most important thing?
I whispered so only I could hear. Then behind
my eyes, a blend of space and light emerged.
The whole universe opened up inside of me.
There was silence. There was peace.
The stars aligned.
And without making
a sound, they just kept shining.
-Marie Marchand

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