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| Snow Moon (Feb 2017) |
SNOW MOON
Again, I’m drawn by curves of wonder, round and full,
illuminating the night with mystery. My yard is a cloth spread-
a picnic of beauty
for all who stand with craned neck and thirsty
eyes,
who drink hope while surrounded by darkness. Since
childhood, the moon showed the way, going before yet
following, always
inviting paradoxes: grace, fullness,
diminishment.
From the window of an old brown station wagon
packed with siblings, purses, Bibles, suitcases
depending
the destination, despite tussling, complaining
or
singing, the moon winked at me. While lost in wonder
the world collapsed into one glowing ball, my
soul, my
closest friend, followed our every turn,
sailing
through trees, hiding behind buildings only to
leap out on
the other side, coaxing a smile from deep melancholy
slowing on turns, silently waiting at red
lights, traveling fast
down highways, keeping up. Keeping up. I caught love from
this darling of the night. Intuited the wisdom of seasons, joy,
and sorrow, how it feels to shine or be reduced to a sliver.
She taught me more than holy verses committed
to memory,
more
than hymns or fickle human affection. Even now
she is Mother, teaching love, endurance, persistence. Hope
in darkness.Trustworthiness. When mom
couldn’t shine,
the moon did. And when mom billowed a blanket upon the grass,
inviting her little ones down on the ground to look up, gaze
at stars, watch the moon, I knew God as full and radiant.
“I see the moon, the moon sees me.”
