One crescent Inside of another Inside of another Curved snips of white gold Rows upon rows One, two, three or more wide Shape shifting Merging Disappearing Reappearing Glistening Dancing together Nestled in step with the black velvet dress holding them all together Each growing smaller further from home Still moving as one Still connected Part of a family of rocking lights With her as their source With her as the center Half Moon Mother
If she is the sun, then I am the moon. We both do so much, but she's more important to you. If she is the sun, then you are the Earth. She's the center of your world, the light to your dark. If you are the Earth than I am the moon, You hardly care for me, yet I revolve around you.
Look beyond the surface to see the deeper beauty Look beyond the act to find a sense of duty Look beyond the words to see the message they contain Look beyond the fear and see that I still remain Look beyond the weakness to see the strength within Look beyond the death to see where life begins Look beyond the sound to feel the timeless melody Look beyond the healing to know the one true remedy Look beyond the noise to the inmost quiet prayer Look beyond your helping to find out why you care Look beyond what you see with your eyes Look with your mind and soul and heart Look outside and see the morning sun rise Look and see what was there from the start Look beyond blind hate and rage to see the time for love Look beyond yourself and fix your eyes on things above Look beyond the cross to see the bridge it made Look beyond the suffering to see the cost was paid Look beyond the body and blood to the redeeming sacrifice Look beyond the anger and do something nice Look beyond your own little world to find a bigger place Look beyond apology to see forgiveness and grace
An angel fell because… (skip gender-”biased pronouns” here or anonymize with asterisk lunacy) wings were in conflict… the left one anxiously ***** equality, not knowing that would mean a lack of lift and loss of aerodynamic quality… the right one, weaponized, stiffly resolved, glides over the notion that all feathers should be attached talons, even though it doesn’t make sense to fight gravity with sharpness… And so the angel split with Grace and tumbled… eventually lost the race to inertia… another force to add up to internal struggle and its intensifying pressures...