What Goes Around — The Star

The Star rises after the storm has passed — not with thunder, but with a quiet certainty that the sky is clearing. It is the card of hope restored, of faith renewed, and of trust that what we pour into the world does not simply vanish. A dear friend wrote the words below, and they belong here.

The stone you throw into still water
sends ripples racing toward the shore—
each wave returns, a little smaller,
but finds its way back to your door.

The kindness given to a stranger
blooms somewhere you'll never see,
while cruelty, that silent danger,
circles back eventually.

Not lightning swift, not thunder loud,
karma works in quieter ways—
through choices made, through actions sowed,
the harvest comes in later days.

So tend your garden carefully,
plant seeds of grace in fertile ground.
The universe keeps inventory
of every deed, both lost and found.

What Goes Around — written for me, by a friend

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The Star doesn't promise an easy road. It promises that the road leads somewhere, and that grace, once planted, has a way of finding its way home.

Under the Star Tend the garden.
Trust the harvest.
What you give away in love
was never truly gone.