The Crescent Smile / by Zander Ford

Her smile was the crescent moon

It shone upon my worries

Like a detective

Illuminating some facts of a crime


She let me see them

Feel them

And then, like the moon

She went back to her work

On other humans

Across the planet

And left me

To do mine

In the light of day


With this new knowledge

I went to work

Feeling my worries

Loving them

And choosing to replace

Worn out garments of human flesh

Molded to some other model no longer fresh

With values chosen by God


Chosen values of spirit nectar

Chosen values of source light

Chosen values that when reflected

The following night

Shone like diamonds

Crafted by a master jeweler

Illuminated with 10,000 watts

Of lunar power


They lit up my whole neighborhood

They lit up my entire community

They inspired others

To visit the Moon

To welcome her crescent smile

To work with the light of day

To be radiant

Shimmering

Shining even

In the courses

Of their Human Way