Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop"
I love it when the moon
is just "a sliver of silver."
Just a small portion
glowing from the light of the sun
the rest cloaked in the shadows of earth.
It is beautiful to me--
a promise of something more to come
like a lover's goodbye kiss.
In the waxing and waning of the moon,
in the growing shadows
when the moon goes dark,
I am reminded that
even when I cannot see it,
even when shrouded in shadows,
the moon is still there.
Then the first crescent comes
a sickle of light slicing through the darkness,
a ray of hope shines.
I find my prayers to you are like that...
I try to pray almost daily.
Sometimes short Help-me's;
other times prose and poetry flow.
Most often using a prayer app
like SacredSpace.ie or Pray-as-you-go.
In and out of the joys and the sorrows,
of the light and shadows of life,
prayer is a reminder of
your constant consistent presence in my life.
Even when I can't see,
you are still there.
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