The Children's Moon,
It's called in the light.
For they are sleeping,
Angels, keeping them, at night.
High in the sky so bright and blue,
The Children's Moon smiles at you.
Watching over you, day by day,
Coming closer to watch you play.
Then at night while you rest,
The moon watches over what God has blessed.
Sometimes, in a black sky, with sprinkling starlight.
It is close to me, yellowish red, as if to say, " It's alright, go to bed."
The Children's Moon waxes and wanes,
Rotating the earth, it never complains.
Doing what God created to do, drawing the tides,
Counting the days, the moon is shining, always.
Whether it is the Children's Moon, opaque, in blue.
Or eclipsing the sun, quite rare.
Be it the crescent or full moon at night.
God hung it there for us, the way He says good-night.
Rebecca Jones
Rebecca, I absolutely LOVE this poem you've written based on my blog post about the moon being a prayer trigger to pray for the children in your life. You have a beautiful gift to write poetry - keep using it.
ReplyDeleteWow! Love your poetry! Is this an example of the postcards in your collection? Thanks for stopping and commenting on my blog (https://rebeccashearthandhome-proverbs31heart.blogspot.com/) and I'm very glad to "meet" you! Blessings! <3
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