Our friendship is like the moon,
Shining down full and bright and beautiful
for all the world to see,
Then disappearing in time,
leaving only a tiny sliver,
a dim reminder of its past glory.
But standing in this new darkness,
I realize that nothing has been taken from me.
Our moon is still there.
I see that God is only hiding it from me
so that I am not blinded
by the sight of its beauty.
And I know that in time
the full moon will rise once more,
and its light will fill our hearts again.
And the world will be brighter for awhile.
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