Stars, with pinpoints touching,
Drop whisper songs as singing
Light into my room, keeping
All else from my heart disturbing,
Persuade my weary eyes, reminding
All who will to softly rest.
I see their message, hearing
Clearly words of hope, believing
In my soul this truth, receiving
Comfort there in place of grieving:
“Forsake the day, embracing
All who will to softly rest.”
SmoothStones 
Thanks for sharing words of hope and comfort as we care for my wife, who, along with her Alzheimer’s, is recovering from her recent hip fracture surgery. Life’s valleys are difficult to navigate sometimes, but we will reach the mountain top if we only hope in the One who made those stars. It is too personal a conspiracy to be private.
—— Herman ——
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