The moon’s shadow comes and goes, waxes and wanes, and ebbs and flows,
Thus, if I ever lose my hands, my work, those I love, or else my place of birth.
I pray that I might see God’s master plan as my missteps make me who I am.
So in my Job-like trials l might have grace to say, “Bring it on, oh, Adonai,”
for Earth is not always guaranteed to be a Paradise or a place of mirth,
but a pilgrim’s progress where stretching our wings we prove their worth
Thus, we daily reinvent the self whether Cat Stevens or a.k.a. Yusef Islam,
for who can second guess what hardships can make our dross dreams grand.