That night he stood alone before the moon. Listening again for the voice.

Straining again for the call.

His face shone with the reflected light. Sun to moon. Moon to face. And he started to hope again.

Now is your time my son.

In you are my hopes, my dreams.

In you is everything I am.

In you is all my love, all my mercy, all my grace.

Now is your time…and mine.