We are there at the full moon.
It rises bright over the village,
Throwing shadows to the ground ‘neath the palms
Where the dancers move in circles
Between the drums and the forest edge.
The rhythm throbs through the night.
And in the church up the road
The choir rehearses
Praising the Maker of Light.
For God made two great lights
And the lesser one rules the night.
The night sky in Africa has always been strong in my memory. This visit was no disappointment. We were there at the full moon. There are no other lights in rural Africa to diminish the light from the moon and the stars. They rule the night and are splendid.