The other night a cresent moon shone with simplicity and
clarity. It reminded me of a person who said he prays with the phases of the
moon; when it is waning, he prays about what he needs to let go of, and when it’s
waxing, he prays about what he needs to welcome. Jesus spoke about seeing signs
in the sun, moon, and stars; here is a poem I wrote that contemplates that
possibility.
Guideposts
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There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the
stars….
—Luke 21:25
Exploding into life
then constantly emitting light
if
you are a star
and reflecting
light
if you are a moon
Consisting of the same elements as everything else in
the heavens
but expressing them differently
and not once wishing
it were otherwise
Providing navigation for humans
concerned about
finding their way
simply by being who you are,
where you are
Offering the gift of contemplation
for those who wonder
at your serenity
in the silent
vastness of space
Accepting death as a conduit
to the birth of new being
via spontaneous
combustion
or
fragmentation
from
repeated
concussion
We who are confounded
need only look up
to find an
eternal celestial guide
into fullness
of being
—Jennifer Halling, OSB
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