Shooting the Moon

I want to shoot the moon. I want to hit it in its center, to hit its heart. The moon is imperfection, darkness, nothing. It has no light of its own, yet it lights up the night for all to see. The moon shows its scarred, ugly face and never turns away or hides. It reflects the light of the sun, into the world. I want to reflect the light of the Son into the world. I want to shoot the moon. I want to hit it in the center, to capture its heart.