📜 A Name Written in the Sky

from the hush of the stars

There is a boy whose name floats between constellations—Luke, like the soft breath of a breeze over still waters. He doesn’t speak often, but when he does, it’s the sound of lanternlight brushing against a midnight sail.

Some say he’s only a story, a wandering spirit who follows ribbons through the dark. Others remember him as the child who never left their side in dreamscapes of their youth, silent and bright-eyed, guarding the hush between heartbeats.

He never needed a voice. Only a name.

Because names are anchors, and his was written long ago in the sky.

🌟 Some say the name Luke belonged first to a physician who painted Our Lady in light, whose Gospel is a balm and song of mercy. Others see it reflected in the wide eyes of a boy who looked to the stars, dreaming of twin suns and freedom’s path. And once, a teacher gave the name to a newborn son, who told stories before he could write a word.

So the name goes on—wandering gently through time, a hush of wonder, waiting to be remembered. 🌟

Tulla of the Ribbons