Billions of stars light up your sky, and yet you feel alone. Lie on your back on some clear night, why don’t you, and ponder those stars. Who created them? What Source? Are they not magnificent? And Who created you? And are you not magnificent?
As you gaze upon the stars, you may not feel magnificent. You may feel insignificant, but you could not be more wrong. You are made of stardust.
You are the Light that appears to shine from those stars, but it is merely a reflection of the Light that never dims.
That Light burns within you and within All That Is. See that Light as you gaze upon all beings, all creations, and shine on, little star, shine on.
You are so very loved.