The moon is just a ball that hangs in the sky
That can’t shine on its own, but it can bring by
The light that it sees through exposure
So that a wandering traveler, lost and unsure
Has a guiding light to expose the tripping rocks along their path
But the moon remains careful to not share all it’s amassed
Shrouded in its own darkness, there’s a whole side that it hides,
As while it’s there, it has been tasked to provide
Guidance to a friend that’s in need at that time
It sets the traveler back on the old road of life
Then sinks away from view once they find the sunlight
The warmth touches the traveler as they make their way to day
No longer concerned about the moon because they clearly see their way
The traveler leaves the moon to find its next friend to bond
The light that was reflected, now on the horizon beyond.
The moon understands that its purpose is to help
The brief flicker of hope it gives is its entire sense of self.
Ma sha Allah. This is so lovely. I love how you describe the moon. It’s almost like you’re relating the moon to those who are always there for us when we need them, even when we don’t notice their presence.
Barakallahu feekum Aabid!
Jazakallah khair Khairah, I’m glad the metaphor resonated!