the moon goes in phases
in His word it once said
(and says, continues to say)
that we, with unveiled face
reflect an everlasting light
and I thought of the moon
no source of light in itself
yet bright enough to set ablaze
a whole blessed, deep night
and even to cast my shadow
deep blues upon blacks paint
the beautiful night I've loved
and the moon boldly brilliant
reflects a taste of the majesty
of day
likewise I
with some not-me ability
can be reflecting
the Son
moon phases
waxes and wanes it's
a dance with daylight
as we get to see the
dark side outlined
the new moon may seem a loss
but really
it's death to life
so why
can't I tolerate myself
to shine less of His light
and wane away in my phase
why do I demand
perpetual waxing
as if the capacity
to shine
no, to reflect
His light could
expand by my constant rise
no
I
like the moon
must grow to let
my darkness show
the glory of reflection is
I don't need to be the source
but all in phases
all in phases