Half Moon

The moon is beautiful

Even as a half moon.

Through partial clouds

Drifting

It might be even more beautiful.

When gazing upon craters

Mountains and valleys

Thousands of miles away

With only the Sun’s light

As illumination...

To see something real

In only black and white.

To see a piece of wonder

Created by something

Greater than one’s self...

Is humbling.

I am a child filled with bewilderment

At 45 years old.

I am with you

Upon a blow up mattress

In a tent

And I am overpowered

By God’s creativity.