Come here little one

Come to bed, and I will tell you a story

A story grandma?

Yes a story I was told long ago.

Now, have I ever told you the story of the soul dust in the stars?

No grandma.

Well here is a story

A story it is…

Have you ever wondered

Of the lights among the sky?

The pieces of sun

That light your way?

Have you ever thought

How lonely the moon must be?

To hang there in the darkness

Against all the stars

Without arms to reach out and hold a single one?

I wouldn’t mind grandma.

I don’t need anyone to hold me

Only babies need to be held.

There will come a time, child.

When all you need is for someone to hold you

When times get bad and all you wish for

Is someone to hold you.

Have you ever needed someone to hold you grandma?

Many times, little one, many times.

Now, the little lights in the sky

The ones that burn so bright

That keep company to the night

Are like little candles that never go out.

But you see, all things that burn must go out

Just as all things that live must die.

So how do the candles still burn, grandma?

They burn off of all the good things that are done in this world.

Every good thing that is done

Goes to fuel the stars.

They take all those good things

And they give back to the world.

They are built off of all the good done

So they will always give back.

And when a person who is especially good

Passes into the great beyond,

They light a new candle

To burn forever.

Will I get to light a candle when I pass on grandma?

Always do good, and you will light a thousand new candles in the sky.

These little lights are fueled by good

So they will always do their best to do good for you as well.

If you are ever unsure of what to do

Look up at the sky

And they will guide you to the right path.

If you even need to be held

The stars will capture you in their warm embrace.

What if all of us were up there, grandma?

What if all of us decided what would happen to this world?

Then little one, the world would be in shambles.