O
Beauty
that
lights the midnight sky,
how
faithfully you wax and wane.
I
am but one seed sprouted in time
Caught,
like those before me,
in
the rays of your glowing splendor.
Your
rhythm flows through my veins
and
all life responds with heartbeat
to
your magnetic pull.
You
rule the ebb and flow of ancient waters.
All
emotions and cycles, comings and goings,
even
our dying and our being born,
these
things await your perfect timing.
O
Moon,
You
have lived in our consciousness
Since
our first awakening,
Created
to be our gift and comfort,
our
promise of the morning sun.
Even
as Eve first stepped beyond the Gate
that
night in lonely silence,
you
were there to shine on Adam’s path
and
teach the rhythms of your ever-changing face.
They
watched the heavens,
awaiting
your return each month
and
marked the days of your growing brightness
to
light the path for the hunt and their returning
journeys
home.
Your
cycle echoes that of our own,
from the darkness of our mother’s
womb
Into
the dawning of our life.
We
travel toward the brightness of our days
and
in time fade like summer’s bloom,
back
to the dust of our beginnings.
O
glorious faithful Moon,
who
signs our destiny and bows before the Sun,
remind
us always of our God,
In
all life’s changes,
and
in all your dances with the stars . . .
For
we, like you . . . are made to shine,
each a spark of that One Eternal
Light.
Joanne
Cucinello
2000
