after I say a prayer and turn off my bedside lamp,
I look outside my window.
To look if I can see the moon.
Or a few stars.
On the nights that I can, I bask in their beauty.
I feel better. No matter how my day was- once I see that everything becomes ok.
Or at least it’s calming to think that things are going to turn out okay.
I can sleep peacefully when their presence is near.
It calms me in a way I can’t really describe.
One the nights that I can’t, it breaks my heart a little bit.
But only a little bit, because I know it’s out there somewhere- I just can’t see it out my window.
Maybe it’s in the window of a little girl who really needs its’ comfort.
Maybe it’s protecting a sleeping baby who’s basking in its’ presence.
I might be sad for a second if I don’t see it.
But I have this hope, every time I don’t see it, that I’ll see it tomorrow or some other day.
It eases me knowing that yesterday or the last time I’ve seen the moon won’t be the final time I’ll see it.
Either way, the moon either gives me comfort or hope.
How did God make something so beautiful? I’ll never understand it.
But the good thing is: I don’t have to.
I can just bask in its’ beauty and let it calm my soul.
That’s why I love the moon.
It brings me a serenity I can’t describe.