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Catching the Moon

My artist friend, Kay Gibbons, caught up with the Super (Wolf **) Moon last evening.

Driving home last night I watched the tree reaching up to catch the moon …. but the moon carried on her journey to return another night and I was the only one to catch the Moon -stopped suddenly in its tracks by the click of a button on a screen in the palm of my hand .
I was reminded of an early painting which was inspired by the Wolf Moon in January 2022.

**The January Full Moon is often called the Wolf Moon from the howling of hungry wolves in the winter.
This name is thought to have a Celtic and Old English origin.
Other traditions may also know it as: Celtic: Quiet Moon
North American: Old Moon Cherokee: Cold Moon
In the S. Hemisphere it is known as the Hay Moon, Buck, Thunder or Mead Moon

A Prayer of the Moon

O Lord God,
you called me to be a light to shine from the heavens,
to lighten the earth.
You fashioned me, as an instrument of creation,
as your Sun became the great light to rule the day,
so I became his refracted light.
Reflecting the brightness of my brother,
set in the canvas of night where you fixed the stars.

There will never be a time nor a place
where your light won’t shine upon earth,
a reminder that even when humanity is at its darkest point,
Your light penetrates, is always present,
a divine presence waiting for the clamour
of human vice and voice to be stilled and emptied of meaning.

Your Sun, Stars and Moon, we are a trinity of light,
reflecting your majesty.
Part of your cosmic desire for your love to penetrate the density
of human sin; sadness; selfishness
and so bring hope, light and true life to a world you have created
to be aglow with the joy of creation.

May your People be reminded of the Light of your dear Son,
who converts all hearts, no matter how dark and dim,
to sing your praises.
May they be good and responsible stewards of your earth
and allow your love to penetrate the whole of creation
so that with us, Sun, Moon and Stars, they may glorify you!

Mr G.
3rd January 2026

[][][][] Photograph & painting by Kay Gibbons.
If you would like to see more of Kay’s art, it’s on Instagram:
kaygibbons_art.glass.sculpture

Dance for Joy

Isis dancing with Old Father Thames. Leaded glass sculpture by Kay Gibbons.
This panel has been produced in a ‘kintsugi’ fashion, after the Japanese art of bonding broken ceramics with gold.
*Beauty in fracture.. Broken beauty..*.

**A Poem for Trinity Sunday**, selected by Piers Northam. Written by the Persian poet , Hafiz. (1325-1390) and gently amended by Piers to refer to the Three persons of the Trinity.
The invitation to ‘dance’ is based on an early Church theology of **‘perichoresis’** – rotation or circular movement (hence dance) within the relationship of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit (The Holy Trinity of God). The early Greek Theologians of the Church, led by St. Gregory Nazianzus – one of the Cappadocian Fathers- helped Christians to discover the relationship of pure love between the Father, the Son(Jesus) and the Holy Spirit. This Love energizes all that God has created as it pours itself in the sheer joy of life. It becomes a dance which carries us into the fullness of the joy of God and therefore leads us to see that love and joy at the heart of our own life. So we are invited to the dance of life in which we are encompassed with the swirling love of God.

**Created for Joy – Hafiz**

I sometimes forget
that I was created for joy.

My mind is too busy,
my heart too heavy
for me to remember
that I have been called to dance
the sacred dance of life.

I was created to smile,
to love,
to be lifted up
and to lift others up.

O Sacred Three
disentangle my feet
from all that ensnares.
Free my soul
that we might dance
– and that our dancing
might be contagious.

‘She smiles into corners …’

Art/glass sculpture by Kay Gibbons, photo by Kay

Kay muses on the moon
…’She smiles into corners…’

Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
‘Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.
She smoothes the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.

from ‘Rhapsody on a windy night, by T S Eliot.
[Poetry Society version]

Last year my Artweeks theme was lunar imagery in TSEliots poem ‘Rhapsody on a Windy Night’.
This piece is titled ‘She smiles into corners….’
I imagined the moon traversing the night sky and illuminating the dark landscape beneath…patchwork fields , spines of mountain ridges, outstretched branches reaching skyward to stroke the face of the moon , ripples in the sand on the shoreline ..
..hidden corners on the dark canvas awaiting the radiant moon to dispel shadows and ‘smile into corners..’
Through colour and abstract form , through cornered shapes and spaces I have attempted to curate Eliot’s words into a glass recreation.

{for more from Kay visit her instagram site – kaygibbons_art.glass.sculpture