The room was lit such that I thought I had overslept. There was a faint light seeping through the curtains, as if Dawn were rising. Checking my clock, I discovered it was not even 5 am, but the world outside was lit up like a Winter Celebration . . .

Walking through the dark house and opening a curtain, I noticed the bright cast of the moon, though She was not readily in sight. Moving to another window, I checked there. Light, but no source . . .

Arriving at my office in these wee hours, I found her streaming through my window, bold, beautiful. Even in the darkness of winter, Moon shone through the night like the brightest star, rays reflecting on the snow, illuminating the otherwise invisible clouds around her.  As such, the clouds in her midst glowed, their cottony, wisped texture a swath of light in the early morning sky . . .

And so, too, the Earth . . .

And shouldn’t we be as She, lighting up the night? Amplifying and extending, hope on the horizon?  Even when prospects seem unlikely, Light surrounds us still . . .