Letting the waves of the Lake rock me, I watch the Moon.
I am drifting as she rises.
She grows larger. A sacred luminous figure in the Sky.
Watching her rise, I am reminded that like the Moon, life is about phases.
Sometimes I am full, brimming with love and possibilities.
Sometimes I am dark, starting anew, invisible, and faded. Lost to the brilliance of the Stars.
But always waxing and waning.
I stand in the water and turn my back to the shore.
Alone with the Moon, I tell her all my secrets and wishes.
I tell her of my love and my loss. My hopes and my fears. I open wide to her.
Though she is silent, I know she understands.
She has been witness to countless pleas like mine since the beginning of time.
In that living confessional, I open my palms and send her my prayers.
We agree,
I will release fear.
I will release doubt.
I will release all that does not serve me.
I thank her and turn back to the shore.
Lighter and blessed, I step out of the water full like her.