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Once upon a time there was a puppet master.
Who was very lonely and wanted something to love.
So he decided to make the heavens and the earth.
Earth was empty and dark.
Then he made the light into a big ball called day.
The darkness called night.
Later he put a sky up so high and clouds that looked like cotton.
Since there was too much water on earth he separated it in two parts.
Making one land and the other called the sea.
The puppet master saw that it was good.
Going all around the land he planted vegetation, trees, fruit and many other
Looking at everything that he had done and saw it was good too.
He separated the day from night.
Made signs to mark seasons, days, and years.
Two lights were made over the earth.
One which shined all through the day called the sun.
A night light called the moon was the second light.
The clouds in the sky played with the sun all day.
Made the moon feel lonely and wanted someone to play with.
He thought about giving the moon some friends.
Therefore he made the stars to dance with the moon at night.
Everything he made was good and still wanted something to love.
Then he made creatures to live in the water, land, and in the sky.
Blessed them the gift to multiply.
Different kinds of animals where made in every part of the earth.
He liked all the things he had made and saw it was good.
However he still couldn’t find something to love.
Thinking over and over what else to make.
He looked in the mirror to see his own reflection.
An idea that he never thought of came to mind.
To make an image that looked like him.
A man who would rule all over the sea and the land.
A woman to be by his side and to share the earth.
Then it was done just like that.
Blessed them to be fruitful and to increase in number.
He gave them all the seed-bearing plants to eat.
All the creatures that moved on the ground, water, and the sky belonged to all
He found his love and saw it was good.
His play was complete and so was he.
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray
My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …
My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze
… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …
… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …
Every prophet comes with miracles...someone asks what were the miracles of prophet Mohammed(May peace be upon him), now I will be mentioning some of them in the future, but here is one that I know and NASA did know when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon...he found a very wide line splitting the moon into to equal parts...As you know they properly didn't mention that fact ,but anyone who read the astronaut Neil Armstrong Biography may find that information,,,everybody in Earth was fascinated by the fact that Humans made it to the moon.
the splitting of the moon was performed by God during the life of Prophet Muhammad(May peace be upon him) in order to convince Quraysh of his prophethood. Virtually all Muslim commentators accept the authenticity of those traditions. The following Sorah 54:2, "But if they see a Sign, they turn away, and say, 'This is (but) transient magic'" is taken in the support of this view. The classical commentator Ibn Kathir provides a list of the early traditions mentioning the incident: A tradition transmitted on the authority of Anas bin Malik states that Muhammad split the moon after the pagan Meccans asked for a miracle.
The splitting of the moon (Arabic: ?????? ??????) was a miracle attributed to Muhammad in Islamic tradition. It derives from the Qur'anic Sora "Sura Al-Qamar, Sora1-3"54:1-2: The HOUR (of Judgment) is nigh and the moon did split. And if they see a sign they turn away, and say: "This is transient magic." Sura Al-Qamar
how you make me swoon,
as you cast your ivory rays.
of costly talks
surrounded by a thunderess gaze.
Eye's of forgotten beauty
as the ivory moon hum's a song.
Never the less
I must confess,
The song that moon did sing;
Made me feel a beautiful passion
As that ivory moon
The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.
Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.
But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…
Can’t think about the Year that didn’t last
Can’t fight the time and how it passed so fast…
Voices were cheerful that night
Everyone was full of silver light
I heard the sounds but didn’t care
I couldn’t help but only think and stare…
I dreamed of love that possibly I’ll never share
And of life that was just like a fairytale.
In that second of complete despair
I saw the moon and realized it was all a dare
Then your voice whispered in my ear
Promising me all I needed to hear…
Running through the universe,
Looking for the light,
I found a broken rainbow,
Crying in the night.
I tried to glue it back again,
Fix it's bleeding heart,
But the circle had been broken,
Before it's song could start.
The push and pull of meaning,
Are tugging at my sleeve,
The million colours dancing,
In the cloth the weaver weaves.
Are burning in the darkness,
Burning in the night,
As the rainbow goes on crying,
Sinking out of sight.
And now I'm crying loneliness,
Crying on my knees,
The butterflies of emptiness,
Are dancing in the breeze.
Running through the universe,
Looking for your face,
I come back to the start again,
To find my tail I chase.
I know I've found my destiny,
I know that it is true,
The beginning and the end of it,
Is where we'll all meet you.
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It's such a beautiful night 2:30 A.M.stars are shiny and bright.
The quarter shaped moon shines, makes the starlight.
A beautiful peaceful quite calm of evening before morning,
Clean air gentle breeze the Lord's hands calming truly I'm believing.
No animals no birds just you and the silence.
Pretty spectacular the Lord-His Creation- the utter brilliance.
When noise is not present the stars dance and glitter just for you.
Which is why my time with the Father is pretty good around two.
Thankful for the wife, thankful that the Lord has taken the time to listen to me.
Many ask for things I'm sure for the things like I do, but in the early times it helps this sinner spiritually.
Six years or so I asked for a wife and at the same time I turned my life to God.
The easiest I found was turning my life to Him, the eternal, and I got the Lord's nod.
So now looking at the stars ass the moon shines and the earth slowly rotates.
I realize that the Lord has blessed me life is really great.
Using His gift of Rhyme for me to spread Our Father's word.
Is fine with the wife and I we are blessed and we think of one accord.
God has blessed us with a set of family's, no longer alone you see'
Not a big one a family nevertheless a family with Christianity and Spirituality.
So quietly with the Lord as all who I love are right now sleeping.
I will keep my promise to watch for Our Lord's return, this promise I will be keeping.
The starlight the night sky with it's stars are a Divine blessing a sign for me and you.
Quiet calming is the Lord's way and my time is now to be Spiritually with God and Jesus too.
God sees to it that He keeps the Holy Spirit in me. A comforting partner.
He's reaping His flock, a little at a time, that is sad so many so few to enter the Kingdom Were we will all be together.
Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.
In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.
One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle.
The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.
As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.
Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.
He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.
As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.
As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth.
When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.
Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.
After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.
The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.
He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.
The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.
The moon shines bright when human beings sleep
And fairies sprinkle moon dust on the earth
They try to cease the mournful ones who weep
They charm, enchant, entice those ones to mirth
Before the evening star gives up her throne
And blue moons disappear from the night sky
We only watch and have to wait alone
Until the grandiose sun shall arise
But I prefer the nighttime dim and dark
For Luna works her magic charms on me
I sit and watch the pigeons in the park
Before the sunlight strikes a mark on me
I pray for those lost souls who are afraid
Please, Luna, give them what they need and aid.