Our Celestial Crystal Ball
The Moon, our Celestial Crystal Ball:
nightly – we hold hands, our circle
of thousands (perhaps millions); separated
by great distance, by colors, by shapes
and sizes yet of one wonderment, we gaze...
and ask...and listen...and hope, and
pray and seem – unlike the sun, often
too bright and harsh, the Moon
our dearest saint, the easiest to approach,
having never turned her face from her
children, those of the earth – – does my
love love me...or not?
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2021
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