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Monday, October 12, 2020

Sabbatical Reflections: Words on a Page #6 "The Moon"

 



The Moon

How many phases have passed in my 47 years?

Sliced and thin
Hung... tilted precariously on it's side. 
Nursery rhymes and children's books tug at my mind.  
Beauty revealed.
I feel wonder rise up.  

He moves and shifts upward. 
His head almost tilted.  
The veil pulled back only just so.
Will I see his eye?  
Tonight?  

Each episode new sights.
Each stage, a fresh wonder.
Half here tonight.  
Only half and yet so very brilliant!

Flanked by stars that feel so distant. 
He looks almost close. 
If I could only just reach out.  
Maybe... just maybe...  

Why is this the first time I've seen, 
or watched?  
Why is the first time I have waited to see his brilliance each night?  

Evening comes.  I will and urge the sky to be clear, 
longing for a sleepless vigil.
Tomorrow night, where will he be?  What state will I find his face?  

47 years
 I have never taken the time.  
I have never noticed, never seen, never watched and wondered.
  
Google tells me I have had 611 opportunities. 
Six hundred and eleven phases I have missed. 

Well, today I see.  Now.  I see. 
This chapter... turn the page... 
I will anticipate.  
 I will watch and wonder.  
I will let the joy linger.  

 I will crawl up on my Father's lap and let Him read this book.    

Will anyone join me?  


Written May 2020