Monday, September 24, 2012
Dear Moon
I gaze out my bedroom windowthe night is dark.God's creation is asleep...well, except for a select few.The moon is awake over heregently lighting our world.The moth strives for its heightsmankind has been there, done that.Silence! The wind rustles thedying leaves of autumn.Aye, darkness prevailsaside from the pale shimmer.And that light...the moongrins down on me throughmy bedroom window.What does it know? The future?Is tomorrow the day I go beyondto Heaven? Does the moon knowthat I will be highersomeday?No, the barren gray rockreflects light not of knowledgebut only of safety.Shine on, dear moon. My pathis lit in the darkest hour.Goodnight, dear moon. And thank youfor your time tonight.
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Beauitful feeling: protection from above! Loved it.
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