Full moon

The ripples of the waves washed away the old ways

All the pieces that didn’t serve me


The peace of ever-moving tides

That smooth pebbles and hard granite.

There has never been a moment

That filled my heart

Like the full light of the moon

Emerging from the clouds

And radiating down upon me,

The only sound

The crashing of waves upon rock,

The reflection of moonbeams dancing

In the ripples,

Hypnotic, mysterious and holy.

Silence so pure and broken

With the soft ring of harbor bells

Wind whistling through pines

Hum of the breathless sea.

The night sky lit up

By the dazzling moon

Her light descended into my heart

The waves washed away my pain

And for the first time

I felt holy.


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