Has the Man in the Moon always looked so troubled? Has his brow always been creased and his mouth pursed with concern? Or is it worry or disappointment that makes him look so disturbed? He sees the things we do in secret, the things we do in the dark when we think no one can see us. When God first gave him light and placed him high above the world, did he look so unhappy? Perhaps his eyes were expectant and bright with hope and even pride in the Father’s new creation he was given to watch over. Did he know then he’d been set to be a witness to our crimes? I look up at the night sky, knowing I should be asleep, and I see such earnest and silent pleading in his face. He pleads for humanity.
What have we become?
What have we become?
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