—Psalm 131:1
In the garden
To watch
The Moon face
In black water.
It’s so lovely,
Trembling
In the dark
But when I touch it
It departs…
As if it never was.
Once, I saw your face, Lord,
High in the darkness
Above me;
Your gentle light
Cheered
But quickly disappeared
It's the way you often flee
And hide yourself from me
Distant as the Moon
In her quiet afternoon…
Solitary and white
Up in the starry heights.