“We have seen His glory-the glory of the One and only, full of Grace and Truth” Jn. 1:14
Tonight the moon demands attention,
now closer to us than ever.
The gift comes twice a year they say,
to outshine the stars- more mysterious than the sun,
suspended over Mt. Rainer like a halo–
it draws our eyes up for what we yearn.
Upon its arrival –babies are born,
while oceans pour over dry roads.
How many such gifts have I missed looking down?
How many ruby-red sunsets or violet bursting dawns?
How many clapping thunderclouds and their electric ribs
have gone unnoticed as I fret
over this tiny spot on my shirt.
Oh look, an old couple
walking into church hand in hand,
refusing to let go for the entire hour,
A tiny infant smiles
at each face equally.
Over there, two girls on a park bench giggle
at some secret known only to them.
A young mother sits shoulder to shoulder
with her daughter, and helps her with her homework,
smiling patiently, believing in her.
A worn caregiver sits
silent on the bed
next to a man bent with pain.
A trained athlete falls back in the race
to run with a lone, red-faced boy.
They cross the finish line together.
At the city pool a lone teenager with a disfigured face
is hugged by his little sister, and they smile.
The day is full of gifts
Each one a super moon
that carries its own wonder
showering the world with its own silver glow.
One need only look up.