Moon's Joy
Moon’s joy is a reward for our admiration
and appreciation of her light and grace.
She shares it freely with her brothers and sisters.
Mankind, beasts, plants, Earth itself are her children.
She lights our night paths, lives
with shimmering white threads;
golden fingers reach for us and reiterate her love.
Her liquid silver fire burning with elation
for the God who created her.
Fireworks of luminescence rain upon her children, her siblings.
She lights the way through the darkness of nights and lifts spirits of those who drink from her shimmering fountain; a mother nursing her young, a sister, navigating her siblings through blackness.
Moon is eternal, feeding our souls, our imaginations,
sharing insight, when she is full-figured and humming her songs.
Would that Moon were ever to abandon us;
dreams would die and Gaia turn to ash.
Moon babysits when sun naps and all life is
safe in her bosom.
Entered contest: "It's all about the moon"
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