The Mysteries of the Moon

Dear Moon,

I used to look up at you in awe of your light

I knew how you worked

That your light was but a reflection

But still, I liked to imagine

That you were so much more—

Because you were

You pushed and pulled the tides

You influenced our moods

You predicted births and destinies

(Even if it’s just based on our beliefs)

You gave us hope on the darkest nights

You made us believe that there’s so much more

To the universe, to ourselves, than what we can see

You were Luna, the Roman goddess

You were Selene, the Greek goddess

You were a million gods and goddesses

Across a million religions all over the world

All rolled up into one beautiful, glowing entity

You were the sun, reflected—

A celestial body I could stare at without being blinded by your magnificence

You were Sister and Mother, all rolled into one

You were the promise of safety and danger at the same time

I still look up at you in awe of your light

Though many of your mysteries were revealed to me long ago

For there are still many yet to discover

And I, for one, hope they are never known

Yours Always and Forever,

Your Dutiful Acolyte