Moonlight's Story

“The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.” - ― N.D. Wilson, Leepike Ridge

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Moonlight’s Story

“The moon was up, painting the world silver, making things look just a little more alive.” - ― N.D. Wilson, Leepike Ridge


Awkwardly, the sun sets 
leaving a shadow
warring with the mystery
a moon who grows
the story quietly unfolds

rising, like the song
who is played
all the while – summertime
stirs the spirit 
whispering rhythmically
a tempo
blowing on the wind
inspiring me 
to believe that yesterday
was only the first
token of His love and grace

the music that arouses
moonlight and melancholy,
promising me
forever in the colors
of rain and wind,
memories fading into the skies
where life sees her,
the blue of her eyes
the music in her story
poetry alive

playing in the sunset
rising with the moon
hesitating
hopeful and wise
like the temptation 
to stifle her cries,
such a soft rhythm
stories
inspiring me to sigh,
leaving me
with music, a song
playing across my dreams
fulfilling, enchanting
an epiphany of praise

where my mind wonders
is this light 
falling into me,
pouring me full
of music, and poetry
whimsical threads
a growing faith
believing…

it is grace that never fades
grace that lasts
eternally grateful
everlasting, with my Maker
the love that survived
despite the cross that tried
to destroy the One
who came to this world
to send hope 
that could never be bought
hope that even the worst sinner
sought…

grace – will she ever doubt?
Grace, she feels like I must surely shout!

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