The Death of Stars

It was the age of the Apocalypse.

Stars, worlds were descending into choas.

Two beings, suspended in the void watched from the protection of a sparkling, blue glow.

It’s so sad, said Hypernea.

It’s the way of things, said Drax, the hate and weight of time itself gets the best of all of us. Even we get old, even we will die. One day.

What is the point? she said, what is the point of it all, if it all goes away.

The point is that we’re all here now, and we shall continue to be here until we descend into stardust.

Would you hold my hand? she said.

He was not the type to touch, but it did so. He could feel a strange warmth overtake them.

As the stars burned around her, she started to cry.

I’m afraid, she said.

But you are alive, he said.

Yes, she said. Would you kiss me?

He turned to her and looked into her eyes. O how they sparkled and shone. It was the fires burning around them, and something more. Something connected to the light.

He squeezed her hand and kissed her lips.

They kissed then. Slowly, passionately. Their fingers exploring each other’s bodies.

If tomorrow is our end, I’m so glad to have known you, he said.

Thank you for being my strength, she said, through all these eternities.

You’ve always been your own, he said. I’ve only had the good pleasure of seeing it sprout and grow.

They kissed as the world burned. Their fingers burning, their souls ablaze.

They gasped as they forms began blurring together, descending into one.

The fires around began drawing into their singularity.

They became a wormhole, a nexus of fire and light.

They smiled and laughed as they embraced, as the end drew night.

There was no choice but to laugh. What gain was to be had in fear?

They drew deeper into themselves, forsaking themselves, becoming the other.

I feel your soul, she said, how beautiful it is!

And you are the mother of all that is good and true, he said.

Their forms faded into light. Nothing concrete could be made of them. They were pure energy, the beginning of… beginning of…

Darkness raged around them. The singularity their love had created exploded out, casting starletts, fractions of light into the Universe.

When the stardust settled the lovers were no more, but darkness had abated. Planets formed. It was the beginning of things again.

They had done it. They had conquered death, by dying to themselves.

I Am Amazing: Call and Response/Affirmation

[Repeat after me]

My spirit is amazing.
My soul is amazing.
My heart is amazing.
My mind is amazing.
My emotions are amazing.
My skills are amazing.
My experiences are amazing.

[Turn to the mirror]

My hair is amazing.
My forehead is amazing.
My eyebrows are amazing.
My eyes are amazing.
My nose is amazing.
My lips are amazing.
My chin is amazing.
My jaw is amazing.
My head is amazing.

My neck is amazing.
My shoulders are amazing.
My biceps are amazing.
My elbows are amazing.
My forearms are amazing.
My fingers are amazing.
My thumbs are amazing.
My arms are amazing.

My collarbone is amazing.
My chest is amazing.
My stomach is amazing.
My sides are amazing.
My core is amazing.

My genitals are amazing.
My thighs are amazing.
My knees are amazing.
My calves are amazing.
My feet are amazing.
My toes are amazing.
My legs are amazing.

[Turn around]

My shoulder blades are amazing.
My back is amazing.
My butt is amazing.
My height is amazing.

[Spin]

My angles are amazing.
My appearence is amazing.
My ethnicity is amazing.
My gender is amazing.
My past is amazing.
My present is amazing.
My future is amazing.

My hobbies are amazing.
My hopes are amazing.
My family is amazing.
My friends are amazing.

My work is amazing.
My home is amazing.
My location is amazing.
My country is amazing.
My world is amazing.

My God is amazing.
I am amazing.

Today, I will do great things.

[Go in peace]

Escape Artists

My cats are wannabe escape artists
They dream of being outside cats,
but they’re not.
That does not stop them from trying though.
Every day when my wife and I get home,
they try to get out.
Sometimes, they double-team us,
figuring with our attention divided
they could finally succeed.
Sometimes they get out as far as the porch
and freeze,
as if utterly awestruck at their own accomplishment.
They have tried this enough times
that finally the day came
where one of them managed to escape detection,
slipping past us into the front yard.
My wife was the first to notice, but not until the following morning.
She walked around the house with a can of tuna,
then outside the house.
Finally the cat appeared, covered in cobwebs while trying to seek shelter
from the elements.

We’re not all that different from out feline friends.
We go against ourselves, telling ourselves we are this or that
when we’re not.
God entertains us for a time,
but eventually the truth hits the fan.
And we wander back a little wiser,
with our own tale of woe to tell.
Still, God is patient and kind and has a can of tuna ready.
We’re His after all.
He always is glad to see us return.

One Cool Dude

I see a strong man,
an attractive man,
a man who can do anything,
a man whose opinions are valued,
and whose dreams are achievable.

I see a man of worth and value,
a man who fits into his community
with something to offer.

I see a prosperous man,
a hopeful man,
a man of God and a man of the people.

He treats everyone fairly and kindly.
He is not afraid
and inspires others not to fear.

People comes from miles around just to hear more about you
and you go miles away to see them.

Your days are full of adventure and hope
You are the makings of lore.

Live valiantly.
Love endlessly.
Dream often.

Good night.

Legendary

In your other life,
you are a warrior princess.
You fight and spar with the younger men,
tell stories and crack jokes with the older men.

Your husband is strong and wealthy and kind
and looks upon you like you were ageless.

You face dragons with your sons
and dance around in fairy crowns with your daughters.

You listen to the wisdom of the widows
and bedeck the young women in flowing dresses.

You eat mutton with your mouth open
and sing sweet songs on the lyre.

Your skin is tough
Your belly full
All you see in the reflection of the waters
is pure beauty

In the morning, you watch the horizon with hope
In the evening, you sprint through the forests,
climbing the tallest tree
just to watch the suns go down.

You dream of flying
and the next morning you sprout wings.

You whisper to the ground and it grows.
All your ways and your days are full of magic.

Imagine now that this other life
is not too far gone,
that it is yours for the taking.
You are full of possibility
and wonder.
Your life is meant to be
a thing of legends.