A Moon in Me

I have a moon in me, a waxing and waning light of hope that illuminates my nights. Sometimes it grows so large that I feel I might burst trying to contain it. Such intense hope must subside, or it would overwhelm me. Other days, it hides, dark and unseen. Has hope died? No. This is the new moon, not the death of hope, but a fresh beginning. Hope must begin again. Seasons change; hope swells and shrinks with the cycles of life. "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven" (Ecclesiastes 3:1). What comfort exists in the patterns of our lives! I have a moon in me - though sometimes hidden, it never dies.