Poetry

Everywhere

Watching the moon rise

Nearly took my breath away.

Its majesty and grandeur splendid in the evening sky.

It rose proudly in the ever-darkening sky

Casting an amber glow –

So bright, the stars were dimmed.

And yet, when I look toward it I realize

It is but a shadow of its Maker.

The One who called it into existence

And chose to brighten it with His sun.

Today, as the image lingers in my memory,

I am thankful for perspectives..

Creation, Love and Wonder –

All emanating from the same Source.

Thank You, Maker of My Soul

For giving me eyes to see You everywhere.

– RG

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