Poetic...
About a month ago I was talking to a friend about the moon and had a poetic moment...
She walks across the azure field;
Behind a vaporous veil she moves-
Cycled grace tinting her shroud with light;
Peering though a vapored veil,
She breaks forth in glorious display-
Pearl of the night, Watcher of day;
She considers, she reflects
Light not her own,
She shines with glory rebounding-
The light of fiery King of watchful space,
Whose vivid rays trace earth’s rim
to find her face and in love, un-dim.
She walks across the azure field;
Behind a vaporous veil she moves-
Cycled grace tinting her shroud with light;
Peering though a vapored veil,
She breaks forth in glorious display-
Pearl of the night, Watcher of day;
She considers, she reflects
Light not her own,
She shines with glory rebounding-
The light of fiery King of watchful space,
Whose vivid rays trace earth’s rim
to find her face and in love, un-dim.
Labels: Poetry
1 Comments:
Thank you for this vivid picture....it is a beautiful thought how believers are like the moon that reflects the light of the "Son", the King.
By Anonymous, at 8:15 PM
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