Moony

It is you, our boy, who told us the secret about the moon.
How he loves to play hide and seek with us,
because he loves us.

One early morning he is proudly bright and gleaming
over the frosted playground and the bare trees.
Another day he lets his sister, the sun, show the glory,
and he is pale and shy in the blue sky.
But you notice him,
and greet him in delight,
you friend “Moony!”

Other days we can’t see him at all,
or we catch and glimpse him, and he disappears,
but we know that he is just playing hide and seek,
because he loves us.

Thank you, my beautiful boy,
for showing me one of the many things that are given to us,
that calls out to us,
that embody the forever-loving, forever-changing, always-here-with-us
presence.