/ Barry York

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.

_ _

Barry York

Barry York

Sinner by Nature - Saved by Grace. Husband of Miriam - Grateful for Privilege. Father of Six - Blessed by God. President of RPTS - Serve with Thankfulness. Author - Hitting the Marks.

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