Glaring down at me with silent obedience, full round and perfect.
It's great light a mere powdery reflection of it's symbiotic counter part.
As I watched it wait patiently in the sky for the dawning of the sun I considered it's maker.
What struck me as odd is that even we two shared something other than our presence in that moment.
Although we are much different, I too had been put in place for a season to reflect the glory of another in the darkness and that someone is Jesus.
In the late dark watches of my life I pray that I too can be as obedient and silent as the full moon.
