Moonstruck by Judy Thorley

Like a boulder waiting, stern, ancient, alone,
sit my past sins. 
Those who think a leopard’s spots never change
are wrong.
I’ve borne the grief of pleasures, the weight of false joy,
just to see how far I could go.

Like a cloud, breathing, quick, alone,
lies my salvation.
I only have to stretch out my 
one good hand to grasp eternity’s joys.
How easy, to catch the Father’s hand 
as I slingshot around the moon,
knowing He has gathered my angels ’round me.

I whisper, Amen, Abba,


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