Holier Than Thou

Sometimes, I look up into the sky and there are no stars.
The lights from the city have washed them all away in a dull haze.
I know they are there, but I can't see their familiar twinkle.
How far do I trust that they are still there?
Does my belief make them real, tangible, sacred?
If they suddenly disappeared and reappeared I would never know.
Deep in my heart I have reason to believe they exist.
They transcend space and time and life and reason.
They are there because I believe they are there and that is their inherent power.
But do they have no power if a blind man doesn't see them.
The stars could fade and die and the blind would never know.
Only those that believe, would be damaged.
Only us few that continue to care.
The sky is finite. The limits set by me.
The truth is infinite and so is the word and the belief behind it.
A star without a name would still shimmer and fade.
But if I always believe that my star is shining it will never fade.