And then the Moon, harbinger of my life for so long, my only company on those black nights without God‘s light. Without Hope.
Looked down onto my new life and he was incensed. “You’ll never keep that life and those loves you’ve found” he snickered. Crocodile teared.
But I knew differently. I knew a new Truth.
Lights had come into my Recovered life. And they were Good. And they were Real. And I was Reborn anew. Free from Self. Despite myself. Off the shelf.