The Sun and The Moon

The first time I met you I still remember the taste. Your loving warm embrace. No more pain, no more sorrow. Soon I would learn your peace was borrowed. The price I would pay for your warm embrace. You were always there. I couldn't resist the chase. I sold my soul to the devil. I thought it would be fun to be a rebel. Spiritual death was a success. Everyday was a battle. Another point for the devil. These chains are so heavy. Defeat running through my veins. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't break the chains. Broken, battered, & bruised. I didn't know what else to do. Everyday I tried to refuse. I was the devil's muse. Darkness became me. No hope for better days. Just waiting to fade away. Then one day I had a vision. Seven women. The seal of God, I had never seen. On that day, it was placed on my forehead. I couldn't understand. There was no light to be seen. I struggled to get up. First I used my arms to drag my life less body through the overwhelming darkness. I didn't have any sense of direction or understand the lesson. Pretty soon I was crawling. Then I could stand, but not without falling. Then I began to run. Not knowing where I was going. Soon there was a glimmer of light. I just couldn't seem to fight. The light was growing brighter. The source I just couldn't find her. Pretty soon I realized everything was bright. My own shadow the only darkness in sight. The source of the light? It was always inside. This is how I learned to love my shadow. Yin and yang. There must be balance in all things. No good, no evil. I finally see, it was always me. The darkness and light. The source was inside.

My hope is that theses words help another lost soul.