The past couple of nights, a moon like this one has hung, low and brilliant, in the clear evening sky as I have driven home from various tasks. Reflecting on God’s faithfulness in every moment and our struggle to understand what it means to shine in challenging times, I now write and share this short poem.

Mirrors

I thanked the sun for warming my day,

Asked it to never go away.

But it did. Replaced by a circle of stone

Gracing me: cold and alone.

At the night stretching on endlessly

And the rock hanging over me,

I shook a fist. And I railed hard against how

The sun was light years away now.

Then a whisper rode to me upon the wind,

A timeless message sent:

“The sun is shining in a different form

And this light also warms

The heart which trusts a reflection bright

In the darkest of nights.”

So I lifted my face, set down my fears,

And reflected radiance in tears.

“I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.” Psalm 34:4-5