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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