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INCANDESCENT

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moon phases

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

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