An oversized glowing full-circle of a moon rose in the distance, its reflection amplified on the Gulf of Mexico. A tarnished silver pitted plate in the bright diamond-filled sky. Cool water at the ocean’s edge licked my toes, grounding me on a beach in the Florida Panhandle. Sea oats in the dunes behind me danced in a gentle offshore breeze that made them rustle and sing softly. It was a low mournful sound.
You cannot be stingy with love and follow the tenants of Christianity.