Cuddle Up Like the Moon

Through the window we see the wintry sky,

The curve of the waning moon

Bright against its black cold;

A silent reminder of the One

That governs over the darkness.


It casts a warming glow on the bed inside,

The wiggling of a young girl fighting sleep

Brings smiles to a slumbering father lying near,

Thankful for the gift of a daughter’s love

In this dark generation of icy hearts.

Her sudden request opens his tired eyes,

“Da-da, will you cuddle up like the moon with me?”

The meaning remaining a mystery,

Until he sees again from her pillow perspective

The ruler of the nighttime sky.


In response the father becomes a crescent

As she snuggles her little body against his,

The chattering fading and sleep triumphing again.

Yet not before she says in faith not yet full,

“It’s hard to say I love God more than you.”


So as she closes her eyes to enter sleep’s peace,

He whispers again of One unseen,

The Giver of all love and seasons;

And reminds her that one day she will awake

Beyond the moon in her true Father’s embrace.



  1. Brent February 19, 2009 at 8:53 pm #


  2. Anonymous February 24, 2009 at 11:22 pm #

    I’m teary-eyed :)Linds

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