Under the Veiled Moon

Notes From the Hollow Bone | Entry thirty-seven

 Tonight the moon was soft, concealed,
her silver brightness partly sealed;
like bowed-in-prayer, her gentle light
still folded heaven into night.

 I lay in bed and spoke His name,
no stage, no script, no need for fame;
just like a child with open hands,
asking what it barely understands.

 I thanked Him not for days “all good,”
but for the path I never would
have chosen, yet can now retrace
and see His fingerprints in place.

 Then in the middle of my prayer,
my stomach growled into the air;
I smiled beneath that quiet ache —
a training ground that does not break.

 It whispered, learn to watch, to wait,
let body, spirit integrate;
let joy arrive without a sound,
a steady knowing, holy ground.

 Beneath the moon’s thin, veiling glow,
one truth is all I need to know:
that Love knows love, and in that sight
I’m seen, I’m guided through the night.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai