I wrote this poem about my recent brain surgery, and the struggle that I had trusting God through it. I’ve had a very difficult time coming up with a satisfactory title…I’m still not sure that I’m satisfied with this one. Tell me if you have any better ideas!
What would you do if the moon stopped shining?
Would you still believe in light?
If suddenly there was no music,
Which of us would sing?
All the glorious rises and falls of melody,
Half-steps, quarter notes, and chords.
The sweet blend of harmony,
All erased like rashly-written sentences.
They could never really take it from us or steal it from our hearts.
The music is a part of us.
Each staccato note an echo of our footsteps,
It’s rhythm the beating of our own hearts.
In our laughter, we would find it still.
In Shakespeare’s drama, in a baby’s cry.
And so we would defeat those who tried to take it from us.
But what if the one who took it,
Was the one who gave it in the first place?
What if he might give it back, but you didn’t know for sure?
If eternal night fell, could you believe in the moon’s return?
Would you dare?
