Reflectionz

This came to me this morning as I waited for the bus

That cannot be the sun,
it has to be the moon I'm looking right at it,
no shades at all
naked,
something tells me God is there,
so I look for a face,
in the silvery reflection of the sun I see my own,
I am a reflection of that light,
how can I not be, right?
even when its dark
those clouds consume me
and keep me warm
until I return to that essence
when I've passed on