The Hopeful Moon

When my world sometimes seems tragic and I’m finding it difficult to cope the full moon is there to remind me…there is always hope. Usually I walk in darkness before the light of day but once a month the clouds will part and a full moon lights my way. And the road that, only yesterday, was blanketed in the black of night by some miracle, today, is bathed in reflected light. And I can feel my hope return…knowing nature has found a way to, once again, remove the darkness by blending night and day. The birds who think the day’s begun…begin to sing in voices clear and bright harmonizing with the owls who still believe it’s night. And the animals, usually hidden in the shadows or who sleep during the day also feel the hope as they come out to play. The rabbits hop a little higher…it’s fun to watch them play reminding me of children underneath the tree on Christmas Day. As the moonlight into every crevice of the morning seeps many a flower is fooled into awakening and today will lose a little sleep. And if you listen closely…to do this you must stop along the way there is a moment when the crickets stop their chirping… and the trees begin to pray. So…whatever happens today…tomorrow… when I have moments I find it difficult to cope… How blessed am I to have the full moon To remind me… there is always hope.