|Moon over Sydney, Australia. Photo by Espirito Meller, ©2016|
The moon kept rising and brightening, slowly victorious over the pallid light of the dying sun; at last she lifted herself out of the vaporous horizon, ascended over the treetops, and went walking through the unobstructed sky, mistress of the air, queen of the heavens, lady of the eyes of men. Yet she was lady only because she beheld her sun. She beheld the source of her light, and told what she saw of him.
"When the soul of man sees God, it shines!" Richard said.