Morning Moon



I awoke before sunrise and sat in the dark soaking in the quiet morning. When the light spilled upon the horizon, I was already engrossed in reading and missed the early rays. Later I noticed out the east windows of our living room a pale, autumn, morning moon–the lesser light reflecting the greater from afar. There seemed a sort of single-hearted stoicness in its simple shining that captivated my attention.

It seems appropriate this morning…  to see this smaller globe–a paleness against the blue sky, fixed in its course, round in its season. It’s calling: to stand and reflect.

Some how I feel so insignificant today to the plan and purposes of God… And still I know I am on course, reflecting a greater light. I don’t feel like I can do much today but I can stand and reflect.

Psalm 8

1 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!

      Your glory is higher than the heavens.
2 You have taught children and infants
      to tell of your strength,
   silencing your enemies
      and all who oppose you.

 3 When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
      the moon and the stars you set in place—
4 what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
      human beings that you should care for them?
5 Yet you made them only a little lower than God
      and crowned them with glory and honor.
6 You gave them charge of everything you made,
      putting all things under their authority—
7 the flocks and the herds
      and all the wild animals,
8 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea,
      and everything that swims the ocean currents.

 9 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Carol Wilks says:

    Today’s post has to be one of your classics. Bravo! Mom

  2. David Katz says:

    This is a good one . . .

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