Last night the air went small, and frigid.
The tender edginess of the moon, as it
widens after its newness, lifted me into Heaven.
The air, along with her breeze, brimmed with
Winter’s divine, melancholy coolness.
The mountains, aged and wise, lay slumbering
in a heavenly haze behind God’s back drop.
The moon, slumbering towards fullness, is
bold, nestled into the diamond covered void.
She is still strong in the sky, holding it up with little effort.
I stand in the hallowing glow of this gentle darkness,
letting truths untold sink deep into my heart,
deep into my seen breath, reminding me of the
holy spirit of my life.