This changing face of a reflected light

This changing face of a reflected light
that sometimes seems a crescent, sometimes large,
sometimes small, sometimes a growing orb
that waxes and ebbs with the ocean's tide.

This arbiter of weeks and days, of months
and years, this cyclic receiver of light
from the father, this nurturer of emotion
that is rejoiced in every calendar.

Your face has mystified the ascetics
of every tradition and your eyes have held
the attention of poets and theologians

of every faith; for theories do abound
which explicate your secrets, yet I'm lost
within the confusion of propositions.