Cassiopeia and other lights

The constellation outside my window

Reminds me that I am infinitely smaller than I could ever fathom

That I am a speck in both space and time

That I am but a light burning for the sake of being seen by others to magnify and glorify my Creator

The constellation outside my window

Reminds me that I am enormously important and valuable, though part of a whole

That how I shine is eternally important

That my light can be seen and beheld and deeply felt by others to magnify and glorify my Creator

The constellation outside my window

Is a masterpiece like me

Set in space with preciseness and artistry to accomplish a specific set of goals, joys

Not just a pretty sight, but proven to be intricately tied to the gravity of things

The constellation outside my window

Is a random selection of spots to form a shape

Like the freckles on my skin, the habits of my never-do-routine hippie heart

Not always a pretty sight, but grounded, feeling the gravity of things

The constellation outside my window

Is vanity and timidity and bravery and treachery

Cassiopeia and Leo would tell you that not all that glitters is gold