The Children's Moon

The Children's Moon,

It's called in the light. 

For they are sleeping,

Angels, keeping them, at night.

High in the sky so bright and blue,

The Children's Moon smiles at you.

Watching over you, day by day,

Coming closer to watch you play.

Then at night while you rest, 

The moon watches over what God has blessed.

Sometimes, in a black sky, with sprinkling starlight.

It is close to me, yellowish red, as if to say, " It's alright, go to bed."

The Children's Moon waxes and wanes,

Rotating the earth, it never complains.

Doing what God created to do, drawing the tides,

Counting the days, the moon is shining, always.

Whether it is the Children's Moon, opaque, in blue.

Or eclipsing the sun, quite rare.

Be it the crescent or full moon at night.

God hung it there for us, the way He says good-night.

Rebecca Jones

Teach Me To Be Still

Teach me to be still, Lord, 

So that I always will.

Look to you first,

My prayer unrehearsed.

Teach me to be still,

So I will call your name.

Your are my first, my last.

My everything, everyday, always the same.

Teach me to be still, Lord.

Let me relax and rejoice in your quiet,

Before I panic, and melt into madness,

Let me sit before you and try it.

The world can be such a loud place,
The home should be a sanctuary.
But it is often even more chaotic,
And that could be so scary.

But you have taught me to be still.
I know you are God and you are mine,
And in the silent, secret place of amazing grace.
You whisper peace to my heart, everything is fine.

Rebecca Jones / photo Christian Newman