The light of that far away time from
a most gentle morning star that kissed my face, as though whispering sweet nothing’s in my ear, saved me.
For I was distant then, as far from a life as that wondrous salvation I had come to find. Perhaps I realized, then, all along it had always been there, watching me, lovingly, caring that I would walk this life okay.
I cannot say why, nor explain. I cannot speak of an epiphany, or a revelation I deem sacredly so. I wish in some deep way I could, but this was not so.
All I know, all I can truly say, all that is truly important when come the end of my story is that I found love that morn. Love of self, of acceptance.
I was saved, saved from myself, saved from my soul that did not appreciate nor comprehend how precious, how fortunate, that tomorrow knew. Knew…that yesterday’s were lessons I needed to learn so that I could find myself. That wonderful me that is who I am.