Full moon against the starry evening sky…

Your old familiar full, round face beaming softly from above.

Imagine… you’ve lingered in the heavens since

the beginning of time…

You old magnetic mystery, pulling on the tides, attractions… natures ebb and flow…

while tugging on moods and imaginations too… as cows jump over your crescent moon.

Your station in space is only a mere spec in our milky way…

In some strange way you connect us all with your shared light and understanding gaze.

Thank you God for your evening glow that shines down on us all, always, here below.