The Cosmos has no rules of its own to follow. It expands, it contracts, it moves this way and then that way. Each atom affects those nearby. The rippled effects increase over time. Atoms unite as if at random, yet their paths have already set forth each consequence, each sequence, its developing action. Light unites with kinetic and potential energy, and such actions are mostly beyond the reach of Mankind, passing even further out of reach for some celestial galaxies even now. While you dawdle in sleep yet again, does the Universe stop until you wake up? No, it has no free will as you do. Your body is its tiny Universe governed by cause and effect. As you age, your body may wear it well, yet only in part. One weak link and you pass away faster than a falling star.
The Moon has been there before you and will endure beyond all you have left to live. It will persist without even trying while you lie still upon your bed, so tired even to stand up once again. You lie still as if imitating the Moon that settles into its routine and spins without a single thought. But that Moon has a purpose, and Mankind marvels at it because the shifting debris of the stars has blasted it for thousands of years. It exists and persists. Photographs will get taken every day to display the latest bombardments, and still it moves, perhaps unchanging or perhaps with a tiny change of pace now and then. Let the optimists and stargazers calculate such wonders thought of as insignificant by many a modern man.
The Moon is said to testify to the unfolding dramas here on Earth, according to some who follow the ancient prophecies of Scriptures scrawled thousands of years ago. The Moon mirrors the Sun and the journey of Mankind here on Earth. Some say that men have walked on the Moon. Some say such reports are as fake as most of what we get told in today's news. The Moon cares nothing about us and what we do. It serves its purpose, yet only God can know the fullness of that purpose.
I rejoice in seeing the Moon with both eyes staring heavenward in wonder. I have seen that mystical Moon for over seventy years, and it captures my attention every time I see its bright light or gentle daytime glow. It has been my companion, just as precious as the distant Sun and stars. Whether centre stage or just gliding across the sky, its bruised and battered face glows yet knows nothing about me. Even so, I am not a nothing object with nothing left to do. I have a purpose, a fantastic fate full of import and destiny, and God knows that right well. I am a witness to the unfolding prophecies made more real than the Moon above, and yet here I am still, and so grateful. For in truth, here I am, and it is purely by God's amazing grace that I am ready, willing and able to learn more, as time goes by.
Denis Martindale.16th July 2025.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem