I looked upon the waters who were the people of life I knew and loved. The paths some of them had taken made wounds of concern in my heart. Conundrum upon conundrum rose as trembling beats of awareness of those ones falling into the darkside of nature came to my seer eyes.
Between two moments there is the Sun and the Moon. The Sun is symbolic of the Lord of day, and the Moon is symbolic of the Lord of night. Both lights have their own kind of beauty. Under those two lights, either good or not good can be pursued.
I exhort you whom in agony of prayer I have stood in the gap for. In your strife with the blood of life cast your steel into the flames that your cast may be tempered and polished by the Love of God that will give you power over your mortal.