“No misery compares to staring at a clear night's sky with arms stretched toward a coveted star, wishing on what is forever out of reach.”
“To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.”
“If you stretch your arm out...will you reach something? Is this what trust is? This feeling? This feeling of comfort?”
“Prayer is our yearning for God, the cry of our poverty and misery, stretching out toward the throne of His divine mercy.”
“Don't just reach for the stars, pluck one out of the sky.”
“A black star appears, a point of darkness in the night sky's clarity. Point of darkness and gateway to repose. Reach out, pierce the fine fabric of the sheltering sky, take repose.”