Thursday, April 11, 2013


I must tell my moon-truth. I didn't like the moon. Despite its glow, it reminded me of dark.

And it was hard to find the light. Not bright like daytime sun.  Lover of light, I can somehow miss you moon.  

I missed the moon like I miss the stars. Like I need to look up at the sky and dream.

I see the faintest of lights. Which becomes bright to me and reminds me why the darkness brings light and now I like you moon, in all your beauty.

And the sky is a gift-

Linking up with #concrete words at sixinthesticks: Moon


  1. Oh I can relate to this! Beautiful, thoughtful post

  2. Without the darkness we cannot see His light, no? So glad you linked up, Julie. I hope you'll join us Monday for "Worship".

    1. Thanks! I'm so glad I found your site and link-ups!