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DON KLAASSEN
Dark night
I park the car after returning home late one night and walk briskly towards the house. After a day of frenzied activity meeting deadlines and creating more of the same for the day to follow, it will be good to go inside and get some sleep. As I near the back steps, I sense a strange urge to look up. I resist the urge at first, then succumb. My eyes, still glazed from squinting at approaching headlights, slowly adjust to the vast darkness above. Then, millions of stars slowly appear, twinkling in the crisp winter sky in the same arrangement they were in last winter. They are silent witnesses of the awesome power of a Creator. These pinholes of light challenge the illusion of my own importance and self-reliance on a tiny planet revolving around an insignificant star in a vast universe. How important was my schedule today? Was there time for God?
Don Klaassen lives in Yarrow, B.C.
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