No Moon on Sunday

Though I sleep deeply and well

Some nights the glow of the full moon

Pulls me from my bed into the quiet

Early morning darkness

To admire her fullness

I have brought chairs out into lawns

From the Caribbean to Vermont

From the Midwest to Saudi Arabia

Wide awake in calm reverence

To sit and meditate upon her face

On mornings like this

On mornings just like this

The sun has bid me rise

A golden beginning to the day

There is a light weight upon the morning

Of all the early mornings when

Roused from slumber to alertness

When I crept through dark abodes

While others slept unknowing

To keep vigil as the sun renewed

A hope as secret and as known

As there could be

That there be love and meaning

And goodness in the world

And in me

A shining promise that this could

Be so

The light finds me waiting

For that gentle touch upon the sky

Timelessly marking time

Just born

I am as old as the earth

As old as the stars

I have just begun to shine

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