When I'm lost - I look to the moon.

I look to where she seats herself so effortlessly in the morning sky. I look to her gentle smile...her light.

Some days she shows up fully - a golden sphere...larger than life. Other days - she shows only the tiniest slice of herself. But - I always know she's all there.

Wherever I go...she is.

I like to imagine she'sthere - waiting. I like to think she's - watching. I like to dream she's got arms that will reach out and catch my falling star...if my falling star should ever fall her way.

Wherever she is...I go too.

I surrender. I follow. I trust. She's there to light and lead and guide my way. I know. She'll return me home.