(this is the link for the song this post was written to:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LvOoQ0Ff2nA)
The man in the moon shone from an inky black canvass. He gazed upon the Sons of Adam and the Daughters of Eve, wondering at all he saw. Made faithful to watch all they had been about from the dawn of creation, steadfast he gazed on. Seeing. All. Every human that ever drew breath. What their days were filled with. Death? Life? Whatever they chose to be consumed by, he watched. Wondered. Not understanding the thoughts of the people he was set far above. Love, hate, tears, laughter, it was all there before him, played out on the grand stage they acted upon. Some danced, others sauntered, still more crawled about, barely moving, barely alive, yet still living in such a way that every other actor was fooled into thinking they were playing the part with ease. He watched.
Clouds gathered in. Gazing through the grey veil their coming brought, the man in his creamy sphere cried tears from the faithful heart that continued to bear witness. Seeing. All of it. The billions of tiny heart beats, beating for what they did not know, echoed up to the great heart that beat only for his Creator who had set him there. And he ached to tell them, all those little heart beats, that he knew the answer for all their tears and suffering and pain. He could tell them where true joy and peace and contentment came from. Gazing up, his eyes caught with the One who created him, who set him where he was for all his days. Gazing into His eyes, the man shed tears that fell through the grey mist of the crowding clouds, watching as they turned into rain which fell to kiss the cheeks of those below. Those who acted the part, played it all very well, and came to the end of their scene with treasures stored where moth and rust could do their work. He wanted, longed, ached to tell them, to reach down his moonbeam hands, cupping their faces each, holding them close, to tell them of the One who set him where he was. Who created him to watch, yet, how that Creator watched even more closely, loving the tiny heart beats individually, knowing the actors who crafted their life scenes without ever knowing how much He who created them longed to be a part of each and every scene of their lives.
This is what the man in the moon thought. Gazing. Seeing. All.
Clouds gathered in. Gazing through the grey veil their coming brought, the man in his creamy sphere cried tears from the faithful heart that continued to bear witness. Seeing. All of it. The billions of tiny heart beats, beating for what they did not know, echoed up to the great heart that beat only for his Creator who had set him there. And he ached to tell them, all those little heart beats, that he knew the answer for all their tears and suffering and pain. He could tell them where true joy and peace and contentment came from. Gazing up, his eyes caught with the One who created him, who set him where he was for all his days. Gazing into His eyes, the man shed tears that fell through the grey mist of the crowding clouds, watching as they turned into rain which fell to kiss the cheeks of those below. Those who acted the part, played it all very well, and came to the end of their scene with treasures stored where moth and rust could do their work. He wanted, longed, ached to tell them, to reach down his moonbeam hands, cupping their faces each, holding them close, to tell them of the One who set him where he was. Who created him to watch, yet, how that Creator watched even more closely, loving the tiny heart beats individually, knowing the actors who crafted their life scenes without ever knowing how much He who created them longed to be a part of each and every scene of their lives.
This is what the man in the moon thought. Gazing. Seeing. All.
"It shall be established forever like the moon, And the witness in the sky is faithful. Selah." -Psalm 89:37
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Wow, Jade. That was beautiful. You have a gift with words.
ReplyDeleteThank you, little sister. You hold the same gift:)
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