The moon is more beautiful on a cloudy night
just as the sun is more beautiful in a rainstorm,
a sudden insight in the midst of confusion,
one right note in a sea of dissonant chords.
Yours is a starker beauty
when it lines and shines beyond a hundred clouds
or through a hundred thousand raindrops
hanging in the air like pearls
thrown down from heaven in a passion,
an ecstasy of light.
This is day 12 of LABIA MUNDA, a series of forty poems during the forty days of Lent.
In Your Embrace 