Moon Theif

When the moon rises up,

Getting to light the whole world.

Shining so bright,

As lie we in bed curled.



Does it conscientiously think,

Of light it is stealing,

From sun we can't see,

But nonetheless is still beaming,



Or does it justify its act,

And claim that it just borrowed?

Does the sun hate the moon,

And wish to see it swallowed,



By the darkness that surrounds it,

Consumed by the lack,

Of any sign of good within it,

For it is the deepest black.



Only the stars,

Stand out amongst the sea,

Of evil in a world,

That is a lock without a key.



But the moon is the key,

To seeing the sun,

Even though the night is black,

The moon has already won.



For the moon is like Jesus,

To a world held in darkness.

Without the sun around us,

He is the only single access,



To the God of our universe,

Who is much like the sun,

Shining bright for all to see,

Until day time is all but done.



So if you find yourself in darkness,

Just as the blackest night,

Think of our great Lord Jesus,

And your world will become bright.



-Paul Matula



[Recap: Personifying the moon and sun was only the beginning. I choose
to make the Sun act as God, and the Moon as Jesus. Wondering from an
Earthly perspective if the Sun hates the Moon for reflecting its light.
But just as with God and Jesus, Jesus shows us God and his love on this
Earth. Just as the Moon shows the light of the Sun to the world at
night. So that is my poem to represent the analogy I found between the
Moon and the Sun, and God and Jesus.]