Twilight Stirrings

The other week I was blessed by the opportunity to gather together with a couple friends of mine from seminary, spent in some much needed R&R camping beside Lake Fanny Hooe in Copper Harbor, Michigan. (If you haven't been there, you should go. It's gorgeous!) The time there was holy.
       Early the first morning (somewhere around 4am) I was awoken by the piercing light of the moon breaking through my eyelids. Laying there in my sleeping bag, tired and yet awake, unable to escape the radiance I decided to get up and walk around outside. I remember walking around outside in complete awe by how bright the moon shone forth--illuminating everything below. The darkness seemed to be pushed back, crammed into the little nooks and crannies of the wilderness. After awhile, I returned to bed. But before I could fall asleep I wrote my thoughts out. I don't know if I would consider them poetry or lyric, but alongside the picture (which I hope offers even a glimpse of that night's beauty) I wanted to share these words with you: 


Pure light
Radiating forth
Moon full as noon Sun
Trees, water, grass, and me
All illuminated
All reflecting its brilliance
Like truth it pierces
Like hope it shows the path
A cold November morn
And yet the light shining
Fills my heart with peace and joy.