On Light in the Darkness

The moon stood stately amidst a court of clouds--a cold queen--her silver purity so unattainable that all the fragile humans looking up must fall before we reach her. But when she surveys the land with such a keen glance, with such a grace, I know that there is love in her heart. Love for all of us stumbling around and staring with our mouths agape. And she will take us into her smooth embrace and raises us to her sphere among the stars.