The Moon
Bright orange with a silver scar
Lustrous against a black velvet backdrop
Surrounded by bright, swirling, Van Gogh stars
Undisturbed by city lights on the mountaintop
And pine shadows danced in the wind.
Stars line up straight
On Winter Solstice, Heaven is aglow
Waiting since 1638.
I am but a speck
Standing humbly in God’s presence.