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.