I saw the moon tonight.
Large and low and weeping
Through damp air.
Glowing and knowing and omnipresent
Until clouds like fields of doubt
Passed over it.
The land was silver and shining
With reflected wisdom,
Then fell into shadow.
Clouds that obscure our light
And make our wisdom grow dim.
But we’re more than some grey half truth.
We are the only crossover between
The profound and the apparent.
It’s our mission and purpose
To see and live by this.
Or our lives lose meaning.
Truth filtered through distractions.