Since you receive light from another source,
Since you rise high in the sky
while many people watch,
Since you receive life again
even though your body dies,
Since you remove the darkness of the world
with your light,
Since you conceal your vast form
in a round white shape,
Since you bear a blemish,
Since those who read stars seek you,
Since you are appropriate for supplicants/night blossoms,
And since the hero of my poem
the Lord born of a virgin
who is conceived through the Holy Spirit
is like you,
Moon in the beautiful sky
you should quickly agree
to play joyously and happily
with the one who is entwined with Tamil poetry,
flowing like a waterfall.
Moon, come to play.
Was reading this afternoon Religions of India in Practice, a chapter about pillaittamil, the Tamil poetic genre of addressing religious figures as playful children, and came upon this, written in the 80s by Tamil Christian poet Arul Chellatturai. It brought tears to my eyes. I found all the pillaittamil beautiful, but this one just pierced me to the heart.
I wish I could have seen this when I was seventeen. It would have been perfect for my spiritual state at that time. But it’s good to have things to discover in middle age, too.
(A explanation of the poem’s imagery can be found here.)