“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
~ Sylvia Plath
As it turns out, she did have lovers other than me.
Mhmm, but what is that to you?
Well, she’s blaming me for everything, for our demise.
Again, what is that to you?
Also, she’s making people choose between us…
As those types are apt to do anyway. May I ask, what is that to you?
Oh! And she’s inventing in her head a “me” that I never was!
As is her choice. But honestly, what is that to you?
But it’s a lie!
In part, yes. But I’ve still no idea, what is that to You?
I don’t know.
I… I don’t know.
Then let go.
She has made it clear she no longer wishes you to be written into her book, but that hardly means that your story is over. Dear, it’s only now just begun.
In the past you’ve only seen the crescent, as was your choice. But I have always seen the whole of the moon. So write! Write your story with abandon! With glee! With love, and with confidence! Write it with My pen, and with your voice.
I assure you, I’ve seen the end of your tale, and I AM pleased. I am proud of you. The you that you are, and the you that you will become. The you that you already ARE becoming. I take Joy in you, and I Love you.
But what of her?
She has made herself no longer your concern.
She broke her promise.
As did you. Forgive her.
But it hurts!
Exactly. Forgive her.
I will shelter and Love her as I do you, and as I do your three, and as I do your tribe. The very tribe that surrounds and comforts you. The tribe that beckons you onto your Tomorrow. Listen to them.
So, it’s truly over then?
Please, tell me… will she be OK?
Her story is now hers and Mine alone. And as such Dear, what is that to you?
“Forgive the inexcusable because God has forgiven the inexcusable in you.”
~ C.S. Lewis
My thanks to the talented Ms. Elena Caravela for once again allowing me to highjack one of her beautiful works for this post. And my deepest gratitude to my tribe – especially Beth, Marla, Keri, Cyndi, Shari, Stephanie and the Memolis – all of whom daily beckon me on towards Tomorrow while (whether they realize it or not) also keeping close to my heart the promise that He intoned above.