Crying Moon

Monday Missive #98

A Poem: Crying Moon

Sometimes the moon cries;
But tears never come;
Only quiet sighs of forgotten stories,
Stories that live in the wind;
Stories heard only by those 
Willing to lean in,
To wait,
To listen.
Lean into that wind…
And listen;
Tune your ear
To the crying moon.
Hear the stories,
From long-ago travelers;
Learn to reach deep into life,
Creating new stories;
Stories only you can tell;
That the wind will whisper
To a crying moon.

A Prayer: Father, I Forget

Father, so often I forget.
Forget who you are.
Forget who I am in you.
Forget why I’m here.
Forget I’m not a solo act singing my own song.

In your mercy, pour your perspective over my mind 
like a bucket of water fresh from a spring.

Then I’ll remember who you are.
Remember who I am in you.
Remember why I’m here.
Remember I’m in your choir, singing your song.
— Grace Pouch

A Passage: For Reflection

So Joshua called together the twelve men he had chosen-one from each of the tribes of Israel. He told them, "Go into the middle of the Jordan, in front of the Ark of the LORD your God. Each of you must pick up one stone and carry it out on your shoulder-twelve stones in all, one for each of the twelve tribes of Israel. 

We will use these stones to build a memorial. In the future your children will ask you, 'What do these stones mean?' Then you can tell them, 'They remind us that the Jordan River stopped flowing when the Ark of the LORD's Covenant went across.' These stones will stand as a memorial among the people of Israel forever."
-- Joshua 4:4-7 NLT