One evening after a long day of walking I pitched my tent,
lit a fire and reflected on the day that had been. Slowly the sky got darker and the stars began
to appear. I unrolled my mat, lay in my
tent with my head sticking out of the doors.
The fire crackled away casting dancing shadows around the field. As the
darkness deepened and the fire dwindled the stars grew brighter and brighter. In the depths of the darkness a shooting star
made its way across the sky, I marvelled at the wonders of creation and praise
God
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