𝕒 𝕤𝕜𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝

I think sitting out here

under the moon

and the stars makes me

more poetic.

It's better than

sitting in

an empty house.

I'm out here

with Creation

in the dark

and I kinda feel

at home out here

the air is cool

with a perky breeze

and nearby is a

cricket choir

singing the song

of their people

the moon is so bright

that the stars are

just hanging out

the ones closest to

the moon

can relax

and do a little

earth gazing

do the stars talk to me?

do they give me

thoughts and ideas?

or are they

just good listeners?

The moon and stars

have inspired songs

and stories

and poems

and artwork

since the beginning

of creativity

and I'm looking

at the same moon

and the same stars

even now

they know my secrets

every overthought

thought

every tear

every fear

every weary

lament

but then again

God knows

everything

because I bring it

every morning and

every night

He sees my heart

He hears my heart

He knows my heart

because

He created my heart

He knows

the breaking

because He planned for it

and when I feel like

I can't bear it anymore

I do

He's with me every night

He knows

the tears

because He planned for them

It's a test I'm sure

how broken can I get and

still obey Him?

my heart is His

vessel

my obedience is His

proving ground

I was obedient when

I didn't want to be

and I think

I've been tested

this whole time

that I thought my heart

was being trifled with

It was to see if

my love for the man

was greater than

my love for Him

I hope I passed.

the stars are

my witnesses.

❤️

“I am weary with my groaning; All night I make my bed swim; I drench my couch with my tears.” Psalms‬ ‭6‬:‭6‬ ‭NKJV