Ode To the Moon

O moon you have moved me from before I

Knew my right hand from my left, filling eyes

With glow before I know a thought to think

About what I behold before your light

Transforming all things to another world

Where all is clothed with living secrets viewed

In silent air that carries them from one

To another until all are in the

Communion of a song no one hears yet

All sing, and shadow birds with crickets bring

To life a signpost hinting of a clue

To how things were before the gate of Eden

Closed and all were left to dream and groan

Until pure but piercéd feet found the path

For us again: a light that leads us out

Of tombs and into what the moon always

Knew but could not tell until the chosen

Voice had come declaring everything new

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