On enjoying the moon…

Now we lay them down to sleep

with soft words and

warm water to wash away their day’s

fun and soil, and our toil;

and pray as if to

capture what shouldn’t

be washed away – the day full

of family and friends,

walks and flowers, breezes

and sun, falls and laughs and food,

with gratitude – always – we

each begin: ‘Thank you, Lord Jesus

for everything,’

and everything we rehearse,

is good, in detail,

as if the Almighty

was enjoying this as much

as we; the sun

has retreated slowly and

warmly, the moon

is rising outside the window

and we all need to see

it waxing or waning and

tell each other to look, ‘The moon!’

as if it’s always special,

and somehow it always is.