If hope is the moon,
Then I am its beholder,
Reveling in the pale light
That gives proof of its origin.
Daylight exists even when it's dark,
And I am caught with my face
Lifted up, to drink in the promise.
The promise I will stand in the sun again,
That I will see Justice and know Truth and feel
The full weight of the Kingdom built on Love.
From one glory to another I will ride,
With each dawn that awakens, until the moon
Is finally eclipsed by the full light of day
And I see You, my Love, face-to-face.
6.19.24
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