Angels On The Moon

Written By: Deanna Marie Battista 

Welcome blue ribbons! You’ve got mail. With this letter from heaven the angels have implored me to show you all a beautiful prism of hope that you get to keep and give to those you love the most. It’s the upmost special secret that I will ever share with you. It’s an anomaly of light intermixed and woven within the wounds that I feared may never heal, but like God promised always will. Within the start of this new year and the many blessings that we can work towards and try to inspire by, note how special the guidance we all have is, when we look to heaven. When we reach the furthest depths in our dreams and fly towards our most yearned desires in an effort to not just kiss the sky but also save it. We are always reflections of our hearts and also our scars. They don’t always bare the semblance of beauty we would like it too. But the vulnerability that the most authentic versions of ourselves is the brightest notion to behold, this I tell you is true. Whether cut or whittled down, to share with someone that is worthy of holding trust interlaced around our names in their hands; is unlike any level of true love unlocked. When we are taught by our Father in heaven to understand and truly love ourselves in a distant yet similar way in how he loves his children; we can be the kind of human that we can give to someone else. To seek and find your other half in this world and to build a future with. To find a prince charming that is worth more than gold. To find someone who is worth inheriting heaven with and drawing closer together there with one another. I pray for the day this echo of a fraction from the moonlight will shine in my direction. The day when God rolls through the maze of will and fate of who I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. To bear the moon on my neck and to always wear it with me in an effort to ward off the darkness, I won’t have to worry about it any longer. Not with the prince I shall find, through the thick and the brush of this world that can break rather than extend towards me a feather from above. Not dare a moth to a flame. I won’t burn within the whisper of what could be, no. I will fall into the crest of a man so strong that beats to the drum of what only God’s angels will sing. To overcome and prepare for the journey ahead is daunting. Even within your most sought after wants in this world. To fight for what you need even more. It’s a gift. When you finally walk into the path of luminescence under the moonlight guiding the way with God’s hand as the map; how could the soul that is meant to meld with mine not find me? In this big world that can echo beauty and brokenness equally, I know he will by God’s grace and mine. There are eight billion people in this world and only one is out there for me. Somewhere waiting, maybe looking, searching even. Maybe not. Alone. Maybe he’s hurting. I pray that he isn’t. I pray that God saves him for me, just like he has done with me. With this soul that he left the 99 for to save, this one. I’ve shared my wounds to help offer my suffering for people to look towards God, and will also do the same with my dreams. I pray that he heals his heart and mends his story enough before I get the chance to myself. I hope God keeps him safe and out of harm's way. I pray that Christ holds him close no matter what he is surviving. I hope Jesus keeps him humble without having to break his understanding or pave a different way. I pray that our lines cross, and by the angels that await our union I write this open letter to my audience as much as to him. I’ve healed. I’ve endured. I’ve had my heart broken and restored. I found the light and my path. I’ve held my reverence for myself and God and I will wait for you. I won’t falter and will only follow the sound of the chorus singing in the distance above us both. We both fall asleep at night under the same sky and moon. I will uphold them both from my end, until we meet. I’ll pray for you. Until I’m adorned in white, while a knight's armor you may or may not yield. While the stars shine and shed tears of joy for us both, our individual souls, I know they can’t wait just like me. Maybe the idea of love will scare you. Maybe you’ll even dread the idea of marriage. But God will prick your conscience and maybe I can when the time comes too. Until then, I’ll hold onto the covers at night with my rosary close and my eyes shut tight. I’ll pray for the day where the color blue invades all around you with a wolf howling in the distance in dismay shedding the clothing of a lamb while the butterflies gathering all around look up towards you, me, and mostly the gates of heaven that will sing. I’ll pray for you just like I pray for the angels on the moon. Until the next letter from heaven falls down from the clouds above, use this letter as the blueprint from my heart to yours. Let us shine within our vulnerability and allow for the truest extension of ourselves to be the one way ticket to not only where the angels sleep but where our heart's can truly beat. Step into light and your authenciticy and beckon a multifaceted mirrored image of our creator that we are all supposed to reflect... and love.