Mira la luna llena.
Filled with reflection
of the absent sun's rays.
I watch silently.
She shows me the sun
even though it is night.
She shows me what's gone wrong,
as well as what's gone right.
Unaware of me as I stare
searching for energy
an answer, a prayer.
All she shows me
is all I can see.
Reflections of who I am,
who I'm called to be.
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