I always get this weird feeling of mystery when I look at the moon...
It’s like someone is watching me from afar...scary…huh!!
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MOON FACE
When the Moon Newly return alive Another person Will show me the Moon We look towards the place At which the other Has shown me the Moon And when we look thither When we perceive it We shut our eyes with our hands We exclaim Holy yonder! Take my face yonder Thou shall give me the face yonder Thou shall take my face yonder That which does not feel pleasant Thou shall give me thy face With which thou When thou have died Thou dost again Living return When we did not Perceive thee Thou dost again Lying down come That I may also Resemble thee Oh! Moon lying there Let my early morning see you When the Moon Newly return Thou shall give me thy face yonder Thou shall take my face yonder I may also resemble thee Which sits together Like Star and Moon Oh! Moon please Newly return Thou shall take Thy face yonder
The Man in the Moon is a wiley fellow, Tinka. He softly gathers the secrets of our soul. We are left open and vulnerable. That's why you feel he is watching you. He reflects them back to you. Oh I like this write, but then just mention the moon and I'm anybody's fool, lol!
Looked at a full moon the other day and marveled at the wonder of it. Unlike primitive people who planned their lives around its phases, we seldom get to see its full allure. Thanks for reminding us.
Ron
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 23, 2005
Awww. One of the last times I saw my son. I told him at eight oclock to look at the moon and I will too. Thinking of eachother. I wonder if he remembers?
To an African, the moon is such an important thing. We do a lot of things when the moon shines.We sing moon songs,we tell tales by moon light,etc. This particular poem captures a true essence of the moon, moreso, the face. Lovely!
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That Old Man in the Moon is very nosy, Tinky - and he is watching, so smile!
Regis
Love,
Eileen
peace and love, Carole
Ron
Felix
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All these years and we all have yet to see the moon frown.
Be happy, be bless'd,
cynth'ya lewis reed