Endings

  • The Tide

    Just as the tide rises and falls with the song of the moon, so too must all life. How could it be any other way? This I ask myself, knowing the answer within feels sure as the moon herself. Continue reading

  • A Bright New Day

    Moon sat at the edge of the rainbow, where the dark clouds shone silver in the sky. ‘Rain if you must, dark clouds. I am ready.’ And when the rain came, moon wept for the day that had come to… Continue reading