Father
Sun and Daughter Moon
by
Irene Walsh
A long time ago, when the earth was young, everyone loved Father
Sun. He was the source of all warmth and goodness in their
lives.
One day, Father Sun gathered up some star
dust into a large ball and made beautiful Daughter Moon.
He gently placed her in the sky near earth.
She did not have her own light and warmth so Father Sun promised
to always shine his bright light on her so that the people on
earth would be able to see her beauty.
Those on earth were very pleased to have
Daughter Moon in the sky. Every night, all over the earth,
people stood and looked at her beauty. Father Sun was
exceedingly beautiful,
but no one dared to stare directly at him.
Everyone was so happy to be able to endlessly
admire Daughter Moon and the beautiful light that came from
Father Sun and made her shine.
Many years have passed. Countless songs have
been sung to her beauty. There have been beautiful poems written
in her honor. Artists have worked to capture her beauty on
canvass and in marble. She even helps sailors get safely home.
Everyone on earth well remembered that the
light they can see shining from Daughter Moon is really Father
Sun’s brilliant light. When they sing her praises, admire her
great beauty, and talk softly to her in their prayers, Father
Sun is immensely pleased. He created her for all of us. When we
admire her, we are admiring him and the beautiful daughter he
created.
So it is with our prayers to the Holy Queen
of Heaven, the Blessed Mother of God. Our Father in Heaven is
immensely pleased when we remember to honor the beauty of the
Queen of Heaven, our very own Mother of Mercy.
She sang “my soul glorifies the Lord” because
he had honored her lowliness and gave her his only begotten Son
to care for while on his earthly journey to the Cross.
We fly to your
patronage, O Holy Mother of God; despise not our prayers in
our necessities, but ever deliver us from all dangers, O
glorious and blessed Virgin.
Wife, mom to six, nana to 14, and a member of the
Legion of Mary, Irene Walsh is also a grateful
revert to the Church and a devoted daughter of the
Blessed Mother. She lives in Owings Mills, MD, near
Baltimore, and dedicates this story to her husband of
35 years, Jerry.
