Oh moon, so hugely round and bright How regally you rule the night

Unknown by mortals are the ways

By which you measure tides and days

And touch the wounded heart in pain

With promise of fresh hope to claim.

Unfazed by clouds or stormy might

You span the dark with ancient light

Trailing glory through paths of old

Completing tasks as you've been told

And in the doing angels sing

Mighty anthems to the King

Who charted all your paths and ways

Then credits you for nights of praise.

To gaze on Him with unveiled face

Transforms the beholder with endless grace

Who reflects new glory (not his own)

But wholly His for which He's known.

(inspiration from 2 Corinthians 3:18)

Inspiration is a Mother

Winter Destiny