The moon rises over Your kingdom, well orbed and full, dusty and yet beaming bright. What is it about the moon that inspires stillness? I stare up to the sky as it lights the dark red cliffs below it. What is it about the moon that always reminds me of Jesus going away to pray in the Garden of Gethsemane. “In the stillness, You are there,” I hear myself murmuring. The moon is painted a dusky purple and I wonder at the stillness and the sense of God-Withness that suddenly feels all around.