a voice across time and space,
it was the perfect Valentine’s Day gift…
just knowing
that the heart I loved best
was still beating.
She’d wrestled free of the spell
and resolved to return not again,
but she honored Me one last time
by soothing the mounting fear
that she had not survived Our love,
that the guilt of Our union
and the pain of its impossibility
had driven her at last
to make good those threats of self-destruction.
But thankfully God had embraced his lost child
and walked with her
those first precarious steps,
until the storms died down
and Guilt loosened its claws on her.
And I honored her as well,
by keeping to Myself
the fact that I was still in love with her
and always would be,
despite the pain
that love ensured.
The stars are dimmer now,
but I am thankful
that her warm light still shines,
even if not for Me.