You can take a metaphor just so far
before it falls apart.
If I am like the moon which reflects the light of the sun,
my light source is outside,
not attached to me at all.
But my source of light—
and life, warmth, love, all that I am—
is not only outside of me
but also inside.
I am a receptacle—
a container, a temple—
in which the Holy Spirit fire has chosen to reside.
So, I am the moon that reflects God’s light
which comes to me from this universe and beyond
because He is the great I AM,
the first and the last,
outside of time and place,
beyond human imagining
And I am also the moon that reflects God’s light
which comes from inside of me, through me,
and spills out onto all around me.
A tiny light because I am tiny.
A tiny light that I must
cherish and care for.
I am slowly learning,
through a process of waxing and waning,
to shine more brightly
as my interior rubble is cleared away
and my connection to the source
matures and strengthens.