Dr. Weeks’ Comment: The moon inspires the worst pessimist. Imagine being one of the earliest viewers of the waning moon way back in antiquity … that dour fellow watches it is disappearing never to return again and then… wow! Can it be true? The silver sliver reappears and start to wax and grow! Here is a delightful poem for you to delight in her fullness and then perhaps recall, when she disappears (as she will no doubt!) that we citizens of the world will find our way out of this pandemic and enjoy brighter days and lights soon. Light Ahead!
Two Leading Lights
I never happened to contrast
The two in the celestial cast
Whose prominence has been so vast.
The Sun is satisfied with days.
He never has in any phase
That I have heard of shone at night.
And yet he is a power of light
And could in one burst overwhelm
And dayify the darkest realm
By right of eminent domain.
He has the greatness to refrain.
The Moon for all her light and grace
Has never learned to know her place.
The notedest astronomers
Have set the dark aside for hers.
But there are many nights, though clear,
She doesn’t bother to appear.
Some lunatic or lunar whim
Will bring her out, diminished dim,
To set herself beside the Sun,
As Sheba came to Solomon.
It may be charitably guessed
Comparison is not her quest.
Some rumor of his wishing ring
That changes winter into spring
Has brought her merely visiting,
An irresponsible divinity
Presuming on her femininity.
by Bobby Frost