In a season of finding less
than what I was looking for—
the sliver of a moon crest rather than
a full yellow harvest, hangs poised
in the night sky, a lonely reminder
over the back of my shoulder,
of the beauty of this season that
finds me taking, leaving behind
confident, if smaller and
smaller steps
in retreating darkness, believing
morning will come with
its shared sense of having suffered
through time spent waiting,
walking…
and it will be glorious,
this fellowship,
nonetheless.
Poetry is one of those wonder-filled ways we connect with our inner life, and seek to bring it more and more into the light of God’s goodness and grace towards us. You can support my work along these lines at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/daynamazzuca