I was driving home from the airport during the very early hours of this particular morning. The city was sleeping, and I was hoping to do the same. Suddenly, I was mesmerized. Hanging just above the horizon was the waxing crescent moon, seemingly reaching out a celestial embrace to my weary body and grateful heart. Equipped only with the camera of memory, I let the image sink into my mind and stir my spirit.

This was the acrostic poem that formed in my mind, fitting to share tonight for this final reflection on “Seeing the Light” as I transition tomorrow to the theme of “Stillness”:

Luminous crescent
Inviting contemplation
Generously reflecting
Holy glimpses of
Truth