I liked to stand on a lake shore nearby and watch an immense moon rise and splash its yellow orange reflection across in the water. Theologian Jack Shea has written beautifully about the special quality of starlight. One day perhaps, he will do a riff on moonlight. The moon isn't bright enough to reveal all the details in the world around us. I cannot really tell whether my companions are brown or black or red or yellow.
Moonlight transforms what it touches, gives it an almost magical quality.
I wonder if that was what St. John had in mind when he wrote the Prologue to his Gospel. It does not chase away all the shadows or illuminate every hidden place. It doesn't give us enough light to understand why bad things happen to good people. Still Christ gives us light enough for our journey and the assurance that he walks beside us on the way. That will have to do until he comes again and darkness becomes like day.