“Moon! Moon!”

“O Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory above the heavens...

 When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
    the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
    and the son of man that you care for him?..

O Lord, our Lord,
    how majestic is your name in all the earth!” Psalm 8:1,3-4,9

“Once for all I have sworn by my holiness;
    I will not lie to David.
His offspring shall endure forever,
    his throne as long as the sun before me.
Like the moon it shall be established forever,
    a faithful witness in the skies.” Psalm 89:35-37

The toddlers have it right.

Midst banter, activity, busyness, and play,

The toddlers looked up in the heart of the day,

And above all the noise would repeatedly say,

“Moon! Moon!”

Their minds are not full of every to-do,

Their lives are open to gaze at the blue,

They simply embrace what they’re taught is true:

That God made the moon.

We crowd our days and our hours with noise,

We busy with doing and collecting our toys,

And we miss profound lessons from small girls and boys:

To look up and behold the moon.

Suspended in space and bright with its glow,

No light does it own but reflects in its show,

Its glory reveals its Creator to know,

“Look up! The moon!”

Why can’t we stop talking and quiet to still,

Cease with our striving and driving and will,

And take time to wonder and savor the thrill,

Of the “Moon! Moon!”

If we would establish priorities right

We’ll learn to balance our day and our night

So we can savor the heavenly sight

Of the moon.

It is then God reminds us of whose child we are

That whether we remain close or stray far

He holds us who holds every star

And the moon.

Secure in our Father, no matter our status,

In His arms, like a child, nothing can shake us,

We are free and unfettered and able to focus

on the moon.

He who has made it and set it in space

Has also made me and assigned me a place

So that as I work daily His glory I’ll trace

Like the moon.

So teach us, dear Lord, not to be tightly wound,

With all life’s demands and the trinkets we’ve found,

Not to yield to angst and complaining with sound,

But to take time to gaze at the moon.