How can you describe the moon? You could say, “beautiful” or “wondrous” or any number of things, but then you run out of adjectives.
Once, when my oldest grandson was first learning to speak, we were carrying him into the house from the car at night. He looked up, pointed upward and said “moon”. One of his first words. I’ll never forget that moment.
This evening we walked up to the top of the fire road and watched as the moon came up between two hills.
As the moon ascended in the sky, wispy clouds lit up. Some became shadows across the face of the moon
I thought of this verse I had read in the bible earlier this week.
Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the LORD will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end.
What will that be like I wonder?