The day is full of its unending woes, the night barren…yet, the moon is full. Full of wonder I sit and wait…as if looking for its shadow to confirm my presence, I present myself to find my soul …my very essence, His eternal present.
His sun, my skin…His Son, my soul. If I had but a moment… a story would unfold.
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