The Clothed Servant

The sun has left the day
The transient moon awakens the night
half-hidden amongst the Heavens
drawing each spirit closer to God
So vivid, so near
Its dark recesses lay bare imperfection
revealing a servant, such as I
aspiring to Heavenly purpose
Poised, face to face, the naked moon and I, hold our face toward God,
hoping to capture His Beauty
to bask in His love
Unobstructed by clouds
Free to cast off light
Assured that when clothed in the fullness of His Glory,

we can illuminate the sky