Man and the Moon: A Poem
This past week at Reston Bible Church, where I lead the Children’s Ministry, the children were exploring what it means to love God with your mind (Mark 12:30). One of those ways we discussed was loving Him with our creativity and imagination. Several of the children wrote poems, drew pictures, and even play scripts to honor the Lord. So I have decided to join them in their exercise by publishing here a poem I wrote many, many years ago.
Man and the moon
Lovers walk beneath her dreaming
Our children gaze upon her wondering
Poet’s wax about her gleaming
Lamp that lights our darkest night
Dark and gray and cold forbidding
Scarred by ages unforgiving
No breath of life or light or water
No beauty to behold within
Artist’s brush and cantor’s ballad
Healing hands, a brothers love
Climbing spires and every wonder
The light of men in darkened world
Human heart depraved and fallen
Prone to evil, selfish flesh
Scarred by life’s unceasing trials
Calloused, hard, betrayed by sin
What light makes man or moon appealing?
Wherein does their beauty lay?
What fills their dark and gray, cold nature
With the radiant light of day?
From fixed gaze upon the Son
His fiery glory envelopes their face
The mere reflection of His glory
Shines forth light in darkest space
Reflected light’s sweet glow attracts
Covering age old blemish and waste
Beauty that ne’er before existed
Becomes His light to our lost race
“In Him was life, and the life was the light of men.” John 1:4