Happen Glance

A happen-glance at the full moon.

Bright white reaching out:

A touch of God’s hand to my heart.

“Oh, how I love you my Lord.”

Driving. I see the moon. I feel my God reaching.

Eyes water. Driving. A smile comes. Heart softens.

This is not my fascination with the full moon.

“What mysteries are you telling me?”

Peering up. I look ahead.

The building blocking the moon

but not the touch.

“Will something happen soon?”

Silhouette of trees hiding the light

but not his hand.

I smile. I laugh with God.

“How beautiful! Whatever it is,

God I trust you.”

Off the freeway. He reaches me.

Traffic. A glance at the moon.

I must pay attention.

But never will I forget that

touch of God’s hand

from the full moon

to my heart.