Night Sky Liturgy

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Moon Sonnet

 

I gazed upon the blood red moon

Hung bravely in planet shadow

Imaginations long grown fallow

The prophets of fear cry our doom

Desecration is coming soon

Brace my soul from their bellow

For though my deepest self may know

Lies oft repeated sound true

 

Spring free from the bitter minds

Grabbing power in the misery

Search fiercely for another kind

Whose hearts embrace the mystery

Poison words will make us blind

Tune fast to nature’s liturgy

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