Have you seen the full moon?
The Beaver Moon, it's called...the Full Frosty Moon...
Its brilliance luminates my
upstairs hall, a trail of light
so bright it seems I might
travel it to the moon itself-
A reminder on this chilly November morning
of the power...the wonder...the glory
of reflected light
For the moon has no light of its own,
is simply a piece of rock floating
in space, offering only a reflection
of the incredible candescence of
the shining, warming star
we call Sun...
Yet the light I see in these
early-morning hours is no less lovely,
no less wondrous for being reflected...
which gives me pause to wonder-
can I- in all my human earthiness,
with all my human faults and failings,
offer a reflection of the greater
Light of Lights,
illuminating the way for others with
that reflected love...letting it shine
in, through, from me until
it is clearly The Light