be with the moon
don’t judge her
question her motives
or movements
don’t read more into what is
like us, she is, and
like us, she needs no name
only a bit of light to exist
be with the moon
this fair april night
we too wax and wane, and eventually
give rise to morning
while the sun we praise and worship
never forget
it is the moon
that gets us through the night
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Biography
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
Contact Information
Contact Don Iannone by email: diannone@gmail.com
View all posts by Don Iannone, D.Div.
Poetic Alchemist 
Andrew: Thanks. It’s full tonight.
Dan: Gotcha. Youn know your music!
Yep. Moon Country, lyrics by Johnny Mercer.
I love it! I’m a moon guy, too. 🙂
Dan: Thanks. Hoagy Carmichael?
Polona: Thanks. A mystery indeed.
ah, the moon, beautiful and mysterious…
love this!
Another good one, Hoagy.