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?