Pen and Paper

The paper was empty,
Longing to be used,
Praying a pen would touch,
Describing the moon.

How it beckoned the call,
For one to take notice,
And then came along,
A person who wrote this.

She wrote what she saw,
About a shimmering star,
Held by God's hands,
The distance afar.

How wonderful that day,
The words now displayed,
Revealing it's beauty,
A poem to proclaim.