We could shine our light quietly, like the sun.
Like the moon and stars. Lovely and silent.
I go to sleep early and wake after midnight,
Wanting the feel of fresh air.
Outside, clouds cover the moon
Like a child hiding a precious toy.
Standing there, I consider my life.
Have I done anything that was worth doing?
I know who I am; does anyone else know me?
An owl nearby seems to agree, asking me, “Who?”
“jobe,” I answer, and turn to go inside.
May I learn mercy and compassion; how to give them both, yes, but also how to receive them both. In all things, a balance.