Dipping into our outer
Edges of consciousness,
The moon climbs up
The mountain of darkness
And creates a lamp
To bring the night
Into view.
It does not question
Its purpose as it
Travels through this nightly
Sojourn. And it does
So whether it is
Seen or hidden
From our view.
When it has no light
To reflect, it makes its
Run in silence.
Then, in tune with
The cycles of womanly
Bleeding, it accepts
The light of the distant
Sun and bounces
Its illumination back
To us.
This, then, is my hymn
Of gratitude to the moon.
And to its
Seemingly sunny outlook
Which it readily carries
In both its darkness
And its light.
~ by Stan Stewart
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