Moon Kids

In this piece, a man finds life in children.

He realizes that the greatest gift that he has to offer to them around the holidays is to show them a path away from war. A life that he sees on a screen broadcasting people suffering that he cannot save. Or can he?

Sitting on a roof at night to marvel at the moon he listens to them play from afar,

He chuckles, and calls them, Moon Kids,

Here are his thoughts:

In them, I see a part of me.

A man afraid to fail as a child.

A man always trying to be perfect as a student.

A man who never realized his full potential at their age.

A man who never felt good enough in the arena of life as they often do.

A man in constant wonder about the moon.

A man sitting in a room with a Santa hat on searching for his sainthood.

I am a human being who too sins only to find myself too lost in a world of lies and unfortunate probabilities.

My conscience draws me to the story about a child born in a manger. 

Fascinated in an awe of perception, I can believe and read this amazing story from so many angles.

Staring at the moon, realizing that my dream is far beyond the universal laws, yet, the message is always in front of me.

Even when I’m wrong, I must try to do right.

Even when I’m bad, I must try to do good.

For the reasons why we’re all dealt an uneven hand, we do not know, but the odds come with risk of our will to believe in miracles.

Who has the faith to take this risk?

Angels hovering around us speaking to our inner soul like planets orbiting in outer space.

Like the moon around earth, I guess we do have a purpose.

Yet, my answers to every question are far beyond space. There truly is no cure for the common will to seek love.

A physicist might say that a man’s passion has something to do with astrology or the stars.

Drowning in a sea of sorrow from the woes in life, filled with imperfections, the moon kids make me feel alive.

In them, I see a part of me. They’re human.

In them, I see my failures.

In them, I see my successes.

In them, I see my smile.

Flying high in the sky in a red and white hat with a red nose reindeer, I traveled all the way to the moon just to give the moon kids a home.

I worked to the bone, just so the moon kids would not be out on the street.

Even if it were never enough, I gave these kids everything just so they could grow up believing in a better world with a moon not just filled with glowing space dust, but a moon bursting with dreams.

On Christmas Day, spilling out toys from my red bag, I kindly told them the story of Christ.

Some asked for books, some asked for toys, and some just needed love.

In the distance, I saw some of them suffering from the wrath of war, so with the little I had left, in these brief moments, knowing too that I must leave this earth one day, I gave them peace.

In hopes that they would never forget what it feels like.

One of them smiled back at me and that was good enough.

The ones on earth who didn’t make it to the moon with me and had to suffer in the wrath of war, I soon found out that they were the angels on the other side leading me to spread the message about peace on Earth.

That’s all they really ever wanted, as a matter of fact, that’s all they really ever needed.

Moon Kids