Pressure of Starlight
Looking up at the bright moon tonight I could feel the pressure of starlight on my face. The wave and particle forms of reflected light providing hope and promise to the prayers I’ve been mumbling for ten or so years.
“Bring me a partner, a muse, a nurse, a nap-friendly snuggle bunny to encourage and nurture in this fragile moment. Here I am, God. Your will, not mine. Always. Amen.”
I don’t know that I actually prayed for an enthusiastic napper, but I understand the vitality of the connection now.
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