As I drive alone, through the shadows of night, where the sky overflows me, like the sun emmits light, I begin to feel, alone.                                                                                                                                                       So I look up, the neverending view, where I see thousands of dots peppered across the sky. And as I look up I begin to imagine the heavens, in it's fiberent glory, and the light that it shines makes me feel holy, and I begin to see them work.                                                                                              Thousands of angles, as bright as could be pricking the floors with needles towards me, and I begin to ask, "what makes them do this?" At the same moment, I see higher and my eyes they almost retreat, but in the glimps I see glory.                                                                                                              Twas only for a second I saw, but in the moment I knew, that there was no flaw in it's amazing beauty. And I finally realized who it was and it comforted me, and right there and then I knew that it was Him -- for I saw the light as a man -- that was master not only of the Angles, but of everything.                   In this I took many emotions: fear, wonder, humbleness, but mostly comfort for I instinctly knew that He loved me and would take care of me as if it was a feeling that I knew all along that had finally come to life by this new manafest of awestruck phenomenon.                                                                        So now when I look up, I don't feel alone for I know that He is with me. His command is above all things, for even the heavens, in its glory to not come close to Him. And yet in the midts of it, in the nights alone when I look up at the pinpricks of heaven, I find comfort, for I know that His presence is never forsaken.