Waxing Crescent

I Am the nubile Crescent Moon,

fragile, delicate, Virginal.

To see Me emerge from dark is blessed.

To stand patiently in awe,

and watch Me begin

to rise again reborn,

keen edge of light

from dark arising,

is to receive

the blessing of Hope.

Out of darkness

light My nascent smile,

the kiss of My bright lip of love!

I Am ever-growing, self-completing,

open, receptive, unafraid,

healing brokenness.

Dreaming creativity,

cradling possibilities,

I Am the cool, refreshing

power of Peace.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018