Mother Moon
What if night prolonged its stay?
And all we knew was darkness without day
Our object of worship would be that which gives light
Hail to the moon, she helps us see through the night
Many are the things that go bump! therein
And I don’t know about you, but I don’t have the birds’ kinship with the wind
Nor the speed of the cheetah to outrun my demons
Guess, at best I could hide until my day of freedom
But what quality is there anyway…. to be found in a hole
Living life blind, sucking dirt like a mole
Ah let us thank again our mother the Moon
For her grace keeps us all from sudden death and doom
I venture to say she is greater than the Sun
Without her watchful eye, darkness would sure have its fun
As it is, shadows dance with our imagination
Fears are seduced and we labor hideous creations
But she exposes them for what they really are
And she gets personal unlike those distant stars
Unlike father Sun she doesn’t scorn us with a glare
If there is quicksilver in my speech, by grace may you hear my prayer
Let me be never far from your benign watchful eye
And if my journey tarries too long, may you hear your child’s cry
At dawn I pray for you to return soon
Transient is the Sun, we need you Mother Moon
(c)MRKS '05
What if night prolonged its stay?
And all we knew was darkness without day
Our object of worship would be that which gives light
Hail to the moon, she helps us see through the night
Many are the things that go bump! therein
And I don’t know about you, but I don’t have the birds’ kinship with the wind
Nor the speed of the cheetah to outrun my demons
Guess, at best I could hide until my day of freedom
But what quality is there anyway…. to be found in a hole
Living life blind, sucking dirt like a mole
Ah let us thank again our mother the Moon
For her grace keeps us all from sudden death and doom
I venture to say she is greater than the Sun
Without her watchful eye, darkness would sure have its fun
As it is, shadows dance with our imagination
Fears are seduced and we labor hideous creations
But she exposes them for what they really are
And she gets personal unlike those distant stars
Unlike father Sun she doesn’t scorn us with a glare
If there is quicksilver in my speech, by grace may you hear my prayer
Let me be never far from your benign watchful eye
And if my journey tarries too long, may you hear your child’s cry
At dawn I pray for you to return soon
Transient is the Sun, we need you Mother Moon
(c)MRKS '05