I am here.
Half lit, barely.
Yet I am so much more.
The wholeness of who I am is not revealed, is not seen, is not known.
Earth’s shadow covers me and I hide my fullness.
As the world turns
As seasons change
More light will reveal my wholeness.
Oh, that the world would see me as I fully am. I will be known as I know I am, even more.
I am affirmed in sliver, quarter, half-ness.
He sees my vastness and is hidden within my wholeness.
Time will uncover the real me, all of me, and I will be known as I am fully known. Seen in my entirety.