Sister of the Night

Sister of the Night

June 14, 2018

I look at the Moon and wonder, as she shines so very bright,

That even through all she's suffered, she shows up day and night.

She doesn't care that comets, have hit her many times.

She doesn't care that Earth, can hide the Sun that shines.

She doesn't mind the vastness, the universe entails.

She just moves around so gracefully, as if guided by handrails.

She glides above the storms, while we all run and hide.

She's not restricted by the laws, that we create and "must" abide.

Money is just an object, no value to her at all.

She knows the only value, that matters is her call.

She doesn't dress to impress, like most are prone to do.

She shows up as herself, as God intended her to.

She stays above the surface and gently guides below,

To help the ships being tossed, by the winds that blow.

She spreads her light to all in need, who may have lost their way.

She is not phased by negativity, no matter what we say.

She does her best to block, the rest of us down here,

From many hurdling objects, that may cause us to fear.

When perhaps it seems she fails, and something passes by,

She does not hide in shame, or focuses on why.

She simply continues onward, following the plan.

There are others she must help, she does the best she can.

We all can learn alot, from our sister of the night,

About the way to do our duty, to show another light.

It means to be ourselves, no matter what may come,

Remembering our workload, is an individual one.

We must keep moving forward, even showered by some pain.

Though it's not that easy, we have muscles to attain.

It seems we are not perfect, as the world may choose to view,

However we have power, and each day we start anew.

We must love all those around us, and help them as we're able.

Especially if their rations, are barer at the table.

By doing our simple duty, of showing love to others,

We can help them move forward, our sisters and our brothers.

They too have a duty, that only they can know,

To help someone else, out of the winds that blow.

We cannot know another's future, ours are even blurred.

We cannot judge them by, past mistakes that have occurred.

Our paths will cross many times, and though we may not see,

They may have blocked a path or two, that we weren't meant to be.

So as we go about our lives, I hope we can remember,

To do the very best we can, January to December.

One day we'll see God's grand design, and all the ways we meshed,

If we gave light to just one person, we'll know we did our best.