Divine Lights, Big City

It’s the middle of the night. You awaken. Something has forced you from your peaceful sleep. The energy intensifies while stumbling to the bathroom. Ahh, how nice it feels pouring hot water on your face. Suddenly, a rush of energy comes over you. Still unaware of what was the impetus to force you to rise, you slowly start to open your eyes. And there it is.

Wandering out of your bathroom and into your living room, you see it. You hear it. You feel it. With humility in your heart, you lower to the ground, and stare. How beautiful. Can you hear what he is saying? No. The faintness of the wind’s whisper requires a soul translation.

As the revelation becomes clear, tears roll down your eyes. Knowing that the morning’s dew allowed the first to be you. Or perhaps it’s just that you’re the only one that answered the call. So what was it?

It was the full moon. Before leaving it wanted to spend time with you. To tell you, that it loved you.