Moonwater

Where the night pours its light

The church bell just agreed.

Rest here now, beloved.
Unburden yourself of shame’s frayed basket.

Gather the threads of ancient song—
Celtic whispers,
Hebrew fire,
Vedic breath.

Let the first fire that ever lived
travel through time to touch your face
with its primordial glow.

Rise.
You are no fallen thing.
You are the dawn carried in the hands of gods.

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