Moonshine

In the darkness of the room
A single patch of light
Like the footprint of an angel
Still warm,
Glowing with the residue of heaven.

We sat in the blackness,
Holding our fingers into the pearly photon stream
Smiling as our hands, irradiated white,
Transformed to glowing liquid light.

We spoke of moonshine;
Then I remembered...
There is no such thing as moonshine
Only sunshine reflecting from a dead and barren land.

If I can stand before Your streaming light
Then even my dry barrenness will burn with bright
Reflections of your grace.

Then darkness will illuminate
Despite my fears
Despite my cratered faith
Despite my pain.

And, like the gentle, silent moon
I'll rise again.

(c) A McN