You, The Moon, And Me

 

The day was filled with so much grace,
So many chores got done
Before I just sat down to rest
And watch the setting sun.
 
I watched it wash the world in light
Before it slipped away,
But it was not until moonrise
That peace agreed to stay.
 
It settled just above the crown
Of a bare, winter tree,
And simply rested there a while
To keep me company.
 
There were some great gifts all day long
But none compared, clearly,
To sitting there, the three of us,
Just You, the moon, and me.
 
Thank You for helping me to do
More than I thought I could,
But mostly for the time with You.
It did my soul such good.
 
Psalm 116:7
Return, O my soul, to your rest; for the Lord has dealt bountifully with you.