The Cheshire Moon

Drinking coffee with my morning dose of the Wall Street Journal, I read about the annual Naked Pumkin Run in Boulder, Colorado. A few days ago, my cousin sent me the story of a bear executed for trying to eat Talitha the deer, a local wildlife preserve resident. Absolute absurdity, all of it.

G.K. Chesterton had some amazing insight into this extreme loss of direction. He said, When men stop believing in God they don't believe in nothing; they believe in anything- trying to find happiness by running nude in freezing temperatures, or executing justice on a bear for doing what he was created to do. All this while millions of unborn babies are executed because of their mothers' "right to choose," and people are arrested for believing what the Bible says to be true. I think the creation is laughing at us for being such fools. The moon surely does.

The Cheshire Moon

Down he looks on the goings of man

As they bustle to and fro;

Questioning "Why? and Who am I? and

Where am I to go?"

Up in the sky, so dark so blue,

He sits and he laughs for he knows who;

Who made the stars and sky above,

Who made man and Who is Love.

His smile shines for all to see,

Reminding the world there is a King;

A King who reigns with truth and grace,

Calling all who seek His face.

The Cheshire Moon shines down on thee,

telling the world with verity,

There is purpose and there is peace

Joy and laughter- a coup de grâce

to all the cynics who brood and swear

that there is nothing really there.

The Cheshire Moon is laughing still,

Calling all to listen who will;

To listen to the music of life,

the everyday stories, the struggles, the strife.

To listen and laugh with a heart at rest,

knowing the One who knoweth best.