The earth is my footstool

Waking from a deep sleep. The darkness was pitch black. Looking out the window there was not a moon or star to be seen.

Remembering the jar that was on the top shelf in the kitchen. She pulled the footstool to the cabinet and stood reaching high. Moving things around what she found what she was looking for. The glass globe shimmered from the little pieces of light flying around like fireflies.

Holding tight with both arms it lit a path for her to walk to the front lawn.

Taking off the cap she reached in and pulling out as many as she could hold. Throwing them high they flew like doves taking flight. Going high into the night sky.

Moving up they began taking fighting away the darkness. She was using the earth as a footstool to reach up and touch the stars. Like a goddess standing up to defend the earth from from the darkness that had taken the stars from the sky.


Joe