Sideways glancing, face atilt
she watches, wondering
at our wandering, solemnly
sees our not-seeing.
How do we miss it–
the faithful lumen bursting
barren emptiness, sun’s reflection,
co-anchoring the sky?
Ignore her presence as she
pauses over our shoulder?
Nurturing nightlight, she whispers
to our worry, “Just Look Up,”
Somberly sits in the quiet,
as mothers are wont to do,
waits for us to wonder anew,
bear witness to her faithfulness
and find our way home
in the dark by her gauzy light.
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photo, Google Images
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Published by Jody Lee Collins
Now that I'm retired from 25 years of elementary teaching, I am able to spend time in my happy place--at my desk where I read and write as often as I can.
When I'm not at my desk, you can find me in my other happy place--the garden, watering, weeding and worshipping. My husband and I live near Seattle and close enough to my two grown children and grandchildren that I'm able to hug them often. That is my greatest joy.
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“Mrs. B”–thanks for stopping by. I visited your site and gleaned a little bit about you. Some of my closest friends are southern gals from Florida, Georgia, Texas and New Orleans. God bless you as you shine for Jesus!
Beautiful!
I'm a “moon girl” anyway…
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Whoa…you wrote a poem in 5 minutes…I'm impressed!! Have a great weekend.