Summer Moon
Some feelings are subtle
How can I convey the peace I feel this summer morning?
It began with lines from a remembered Christmas hymn
Angels bending near the Earth
To touch their harps of gold
Then I saw a songbird
And noticed the fair-weather clouds
Slowly drifting in the summer sky.
It was the daytime moon that spoke to me.
One month ago I walked this same path
And was greeted by the same moon
Then anguished feelings dogged my footsteps
“Where is the light that has been my blessing?”
I think I have found a passage
I had been shown options
It brought confusion and uncertainty
And then I knew my own true path
Is the one I travel with my beloved.
Oh moon, what will I feel
When you greet me next month?
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