the night after the
New Moon
is steeped in
shadows and moon rays
all to light the way
ahead
and reading forward
with one hand
a miracle ensues,
for there is another hand
reaching back
through time
to encourage, to
guide, and to protect
the greatness of our
story
and so it is that
the crisp darkness fades
emulating the future
of my path
but I am not afraid,
not tight in the chest
for each step I take
is led by my guides
perfectly,
beautifully in the balance
and I am grateful
for the direction
