By Idris Mears

We are Moons

on our near face

the sky is overwhelmed

by the beauty

of the spinning globe

that holds us in orbit

with its land and sea

and lacery of cloud

and the rhythm of its passages

from night to day

and season to season

On our hidden face

we gaze at the majesty

of the sun and the stars

and the turning heavens

But in our still core

we are not worshippers

of earth or moon or sun

we bow to a Lord beyond

the signs on the two horizons

who unites heaven and earth