أَعُوذُ بِٱللَّهِ مِنَ ٱلشَّيۡطَٰنِ ٱلرَّجِيمِ، بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

 

 

 

makers of peace don't often get long to relish the ease, putting out the fires from places and peoples externally ignited, misunderstanding coupled with barriers of language, slog through the muck to have solid ground where we're standing and finding. in moments like these, and immediately preceding, when the sky mimics falling and tension takes every avenue for seething, i learn more about precisely why my Moon is so precious, a goal beyond the veil, a goal only for the one who He lets manage to stay strong and convinced; then, like topping of luscious cream on cake already fully baked with every known confection, beyond what's been sought or expected, the Gemini's visage i recall in the skyline, realizing in an instant that every effort has to be what i give...to regain my soul's half along with my superlative twin.