Thought How beautiful the bright full moon Whose landscape gently smiles at us She alone knows her mystic ways Of hollows, hills and deep valleys When dark night dome takes bites in bits Earth makes her gracious dance with it Measured cycle comes and goes Then round again full moon glows Nocturnal lamp from high up above Enchanting reflections on watery scene Moves poet’s heart and by her light Distills mind’s rays for a full insight Prayer O Lord in rhythmic cycles, beautifully given for my eyes to bathe in. Make me purer than the pure moon. Let my mind ever rest in thee and take me by whatever path You choose.
Reflection
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