Two days ago I remembered my grandmother,
because of the stories she'd tell me and my brother.
The one I'm about to narrate is an old wives tale.
Just some light-hearted lunar cocktail.
It's like an ancient village-like story.
You can put it in the do-not-entertain category.
Apparently, the lunatics get crazier.
And the hotheads get angrier.
On a full moon night,
this is their plight.
So, do not trigger.
Avoid any such endeavour.
Just watching the moon till out of my sight,
It moved up and beyond into the dark night.
Made me think about my grandmother.
And her wisdom regarding the lunar calendar.
All these decades, I'd smirk and laugh. But dear grandmother....
well, few days ago, even I felt coerced to reminisce and wonder.
But then, I have greater power and authority.
They wish they could control me, powers and principalities
But the fallen no longer have control over the cosmos.
I just look up at the moon and admire the Creator, all the more.
All of creation has been put under His feet.
Like a footstool, they lay below underneath.
I am the body of Christ.
That puts me above all of them, alright.
That was meant for me, every scroll and every banner,
I crush with that 2000 year old wooden hammer.
I don't fear powers and principalities.
I don't need to please the stars and their personalities.
Seven sisters of Pleiades, Orion, or the Bears.
Or even the star who fell from heaven, up there.
The book of Revelation says I have overcome,
by the blood and the Word of my testimony, all is done.
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