I once was told that the night sky was a reflection of Heaven and all the stars were really Souls that shine bright and a shooting star is really a angel coming to Earth To save us from ourselves and the demons that lurk right around the corner ready to pounce at any given time

They're just looking for a weakness or a desire of something that we truly want.

So they can stab us in our backs or ****** us in the dead of night

But we won't fall for their tricks we will fight until the last of our light leaves our body and our soul returns to our true father who will Embrace us with open arms and show us we should never fear death because he will be waiting. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale