Moonlight

Inspired from early dawn walk in the wood of Cameroon Highlands last December and Psalm 139: 11-12.

I remembered the hours walking in the cold dark wood, wishing there will be light. One that lift the burdened heart and warm the shivering hands. Yet, the falling dew remains cold and chill, I thought surely the darkness will hide me, but the light become night around me. The darkness no longer dark but the night shine like the day, for darkness is as light to me, fair and tender, never fails to showers forth the same soft splendour. 

And I remembered, I am loved.