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.