i, like the moon

i
like the moon
have passed through many seasons.

some of them were so dark
that all of the stars seemed to wonder if i'd
ever come back.
but i did.

i came back as a sliver
and then a piece
and suddenly there was so much of me that the rest of the sky seemed dim compared to the light that was reflecting on my skin.

i
like the moon
have passed through many seasons.

and though i am whole now,
i know that one day i shall be only a sliver again.

that's how it goes, darling.

wax
and wane.
wax
and wane.

but the Light stays the same.

x

just a little moon beam here, reflecting the Light of a Perfect God. unworthily, mind you. but steadily, by the grace of the Father.

photocreds to my sis and kansas

missed u.