Grace
The mystique of the moon
shone brightly and far
she was deep in thought
gazing longingly at the stars.
He told her he cared
that she was his only one
his actions so bold so brazenly raw
she cries in earnest to the heavens above.
She gave him her love
they made solemn vows
to always be truthful
to be present here and now.
The betrayal she felt
stung like hard bullets of rain
the cold stark image
as vivid as a blood red stain.
How could he lay with
forsaking their bond
with her friend her confidante
whom she had trusted for so long.
So now in the moonlight
gently stroking her belly
she ponders her future
and the new lives developing.
She smiles and feels
a small nudge from within
a loving reminder
she is carrying their twins.
It is at this moment
under the mystique of the moon
she knows in her heart
exactly what she must do.
To forgive and love wholly
she decides is her fate
for who on this earth
could not use a little grace.
reworked 08-09-2016
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