When the Moon Turns Red

Moon goddess,

tonight your face is red with shadow and fire.

You ask me to sit with what I’d rather not see:

the ache still moving in my chest,

the worries I thought I’d already laid to rest,

the tenderness of wanting to belong,

and the fears that still twist me in knots.

I am here.

I will not run,

avoid,

ignore,

or look away.

Let the tide of my emotions flow.

Let the waves crash,

draw back,

wash me,

clean me,

until the stillness within grows louder.

You show me that strength is not in holding

but in softening.

That release is holy.

That to walk in shadow

is also to walk with you.

Take what is ready to fall from my hands,

from my heart,

from my lineage.

Let it return to the earth with grace.

And from this stillness,

this cracked-open place,

may your light rise again in me

not polished,

not perfect,

but true.

I offer you my tears,

my breath,

my body at rest.

I offer you my prayer,

that I may remember, again and again:

I am held.

I am seen.

I am part of the great turning.

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