New Moon

A new moon rises, showing us its night.
The poet's side has spun toward empty space
and left a barren darkness in its place.
No inspiration comes from this ill light
and shadows fill each empty soul with spite.
A new moon rises.

When morning comes we'll pray to find the grace
to understand how losing all that's bright
can sometimes help us see a smaller light,
a light that gives us strength to stand and face
a new moon rising.