Moonlight Prayer

The sky glistens like freshly fallen snow,

the dim-lit glow-

I look up at the moon and wonder if it knows.

When a tree falls in a forest and no one's  there to hear it,

does it exist?

If life is just a "silly little game" I'm just about to forfeit.

The crescent glows like a yellow sliver of hope.

I am at the end of my rope.

The moon carries my sorrows when I am on a down-slope.

When the sun rises in the morning I will be asleep.

My soul is His, He softly keeps.

May rest find me someday, may I get sleep.