by Rob Hulson I wish the moon you could have seen Last night with me, and its serene Majestic brightness shining out, Revealing dark, removing doubt Of what is lying in my way: A tripping stone, or safe, soft clay With which my feet can safely tread And see the goal that lies ahead. The moon, itself, gives off no light And yet it rises, shining bright, Reflecting rays not of its own But from the sun. And so is shown The beauty of our satellite When raised in splendor in the night, Its every orifice made plain, Providing light from which we gain. The sun reveals the beauty of The moon, and therefore far above All other sources of our light We thank the sun. For day and night Are both, alike, lit by the sun Though, seeming from two sources one Is no more valued than its match… Yet what we truly know is that One is the source, the other a Reflection of a heated ray. So if you love the beauteous moon Then thank the sun, because its noon, When upside down, provides the light In which we walk during the night. When Christ, exalted, in His place Enthroned above all of the race Of angels. creatures, and of men, We’ll find that then, and only then, When He is first in our pursuits, That we can eat the choicest fruits Of all His gifts and not become Idolaters who trade the sum Of all His glory for someone Just like themselves. So let us praise The name of Christ and as we raise Him in our hearts, let us resist Of holding tightly precious gifts From which we will not loose our grips Lest in our hearts a dark eclipse Should blind our eyes to His great worth But let the change of our rebirth So take His gifts with joyful heart And dive in deep like thirsty hart As we partake in holy joy The satisfaction of our God Who from His own withholds no good.