A Loving Creator
The moon is but one of numerous physical signs, accessible only through our senses, of a loving Creator—one might even say, a considerate Creator, mindful of details. Is this why I, as many poets before me, have been transfixed by the moon? Her light and the shadows around her find a way into the poems, pointing… never to herself, always to something, to someone else. This Otherness—not I, but He from whom all good things come—is the consequence of moonlight, which the poems in this collection hope to express. In doing so, we do not aspire to lunacy but to saneness. Every word in a poem is there for a purpose—to find light, to give light. Every effort in the making of a poem is an effort toward clarity, toward understanding, toward seeing into the true heart of things. I would like to be, more than anything else, sane, because to be sane is to know thing, including the self, as they/we truly are.