Last night’s moon…it’s corona alone was a stand alone poem!

The moon was so beautiful in the Texas skies last night, i refused to photo it!
The moon had at least 12 colors in its corona tonight! Like a child’s eyes or a keyhole into heaven. Entirely too subtle to be photo-ed. But well worth beholding! I took my wife out to see it in the cold garden, though she can’t see very well with her eyes, and my dogs, who see maybe too well.

How yellow whites faded into lime greens into deep fuchsia into raw purples—what a night poem the moon was last night! Each night speaks forth it’s own type of poetry, declaring the glory, even, as the stars, when we can’t see them in the day, remind us that the poems are still there at play above us.

I tried to see God right through her beauty, as i do with the beauty of people! When we see any type of beauty, do we immediately think of God in thanks. When i see all beauty in the context of God, seeing becomes an act of devotion, as Van Gogh tried to teach us. Sight is healing and becomes a prayer in this way.

I try to do this with people as well. The homeless man’s hands, the girl’s eyes at the market. It fights a pornographic vision of the world-to find the Thee in the thee’s. Last night’s prayer poem was the moon. Thanks God for that glowing governor of the night, and all your other types of radiances around us. Teach us to see Thee in them.