The moon is a rounded doily in the eastern sky and its lower
half disappears into blue as the sun dips across the way. Most every evening one
goes down as the other goes up and tonight I witness this slow passing—these two
sky-sisters hang almost parallel and the shy moon seems to disappear in the glow
cast by the other’s light.
I look close and watch as those threads of light weave over and
around this marbled earth and she-moon’s pale face—how she becomes lace…invisible.
The mist of her hovers in air and the still small whisper of her makes my
breath catch and it’s the looking close into the sky that speaks beauty to me
tonight—such diminutive grace.
And no matter what this moon does she cannot change who she
is in this moment. Outshined. And don’t we know that when she tries to stand too
close…this is when she disappears entirely?
I stand with my back to the setting sun—to all that sky-fire—and
I watch grace ride out the light. Not just anyone can see this beauty…it takes
a discriminatory eye. A looking close. It takes wise eyes to see that she is
exactly who God intended her to be. And in just a while, she will continue that
slow rise until she is crowned queen of the night sky. And all who see her will
feel her pull.
But me? I like her best all soft with lace…a whisper-full of
grace.
Sharing with my friend Laura L. Barkat today:
16 comments:
This is beautiful Laura. I think I like her best that way too. After all, when she is at her brightest she is just a reflection of the other. This way - she is just her sweet self.
You see with such lovely eyes and then you make me see through your words.
Yes. *She* is exactly who God intended her to be...
beautiful words. And an AWESOME photo!
wow........lyrical, poetic. what an image!
I'm looking forward to the day when we all fully become who we were meant to be. Creation waits! That photo is stunning.
Oh, my, I had to read this three times just to savor it slowly and let the beauty of your words roll around my head. Gorgeous. Thank you.
Lovely thoughts. Moon beams of glory!
Such beauty. You help me see and hear the moon here in ways I hadn't considered, as well as inspire me to go outside early tomorrow evening.
I reckon this is one of my favorite pieces, miss Laura.
Thank you for the blessing.
This doily'd grace that rides out the light. She can't change that she's outshined in this moment--and if she stands too close, she disappears.
My word, Laura. Your words take my breath away.
Oh my, Laura...so much beauty and truth in your words and that photo...you bless me...thank you, sweet friend :)
beautiful photo--that and your poetry takes my breath away. blessings, friend!
Your words whisper beautifully. I love this for this is exactly the image God has given me for this year. What Linda said - "when she is at her brightest she is just a reflection of the other." Yes, like the moon I just want to be a reflection of the one full of grace and truth.
"i watch grace ride out the light." you are a weaver of words, friend. this is beautiful.
"Not just anyone can see this beauty…it takes a discriminatory eye."--that's you, Laura.
the white fluffy feather and little sandy spent flowers makes such a pretty image
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