Last night
the moon shone
like a bright ,
soft pearl
shining through the attic window.
Looking up at it
I thought of the raw, harsh edges
life has thrown at us.
Sleepless nights,
days coloured in with worry.
And then those words,
those ageless
words
God is your guardian,
right at your side to protect you.
Shielding you from sunstroke and sheltering you from moonstroke.
He guards your very life.
Into sleep I fell
leaning
on
the
everlasting
arms
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Pretty misty stars