Make Me into Mwezi

There is nothing so comforting
                   And companionable
             As the accompaniment
Of Mwezi* on a night drive,
Its light a cozy white glow
Through the glass.
And nothing as secure
                    And silent
 As the blanket of light
From Mwezi
On a midnight walk,
Shining a silver path
Before me.

But the best Part of Mwezi is
the Source of her light.
Mwezi doesn't light herself.
Sh reflects light from
something
so much bigger and powerful
Than her Mwezi-self:
Dzuwa.**
Dzuwa is
Giant
Brilliant
Warm
Dazzling
Blindingly Bright
The Giver of Life.
Mwezi is
Little
Dark
Empty
Useless
Without Dzuwa.
But Dzuwa is very happy to
Share His light.
He shines it onto Mwezi
And Mwezi quietly passes the
Shine on to
The Dark Places on Earth at Night,
Dropping silvery slivers of Hope
Onto people's paths.
And wrapping them in a blanket
Of security.
It's not Mwezi's light doing this.
It's Dzuwa's light inside Mwezi.


Dzuwa, make me into Your Mwezi.


-The Sunset Watcher, aspiring to join the Sunset in the sky

*moon, in the Chichewa language
**sun in the Chichewa language