Magical Eclipse

I heard that the moon is symbolic of the bride of Christ. I feel it. 

The romance she brings because She herself is being romanced. 

Romanced by the Son.

Magical Eclipse.

There seems to be a romance beginning. Sun kissed kindness, recompense. 

Moon encountered Sun. All her inhibitions undone. 

The heavens rend, a glance, a stare. Blind-sided with love. 

All other faces stare at Her back. She turned to the Sun. 

She began again. Reborn. 

Her revelation in part. Soon to be full. 

Spirit wisps roll in and hover. Wonderment catching every color.

Encircled in promises. A bow before the dance in the rain.

Her beloved turns Her. Twirls Her around to be displayed.

A bright white light on the darkest of days. 

The Sun and His beloved Moon Bride.

The nights have become cooler. All have been laid low. 

Gazing on your beauty, oh Moon. A hunger to see the Sun begins to grow.

Oh Beloved Moon Bride, shine through the night! 

Shine down your romance. Bestow on all kin your soft white light.

No more red before you. Only the groom!

Constant and circling, before Him. Kneeling, call forth the Sun!

Oh Beloved Moon Bride, shine and run!

Swiftly across the sky. His face waits.

All creation eagerly anticipates. A twinkling in the night.

Flashing forth once again! A brand new sight.

The light has become whiter. The night a deep-breath-lighter. 

The heaviness has vanished. A dance begins. 

A small step forward. Then a leap for all kin.

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