Gazing at the full moon
If I could run to the moon tonight,
Through the bright, black sky, in sheer delight,
And leap and bound up the beam of light,
That draws me upward in giddy flight,
With sure-footed steps through the air so bright,
I’d laugh and yell to see the sight,
Of the moon draw near with each springing step,
Till in the starry sky I’ve climbed so high,
That with a final bound I find I’ve leapt,
Into the void, with a thrilling fall and a winking eye,
To the moon’s soft face, like chocolate dropped,
Sinking slightly into cappuccino froth,
And laughing so hard it can’t be stopped,
I’d wave my arms and legs with childish pleasure,
Leaving a snow-angel, pristine white, in my measure,
Then, sucked-out by the calling earth,
I’d fall back through the cold night’s birth,
Hurtling down, but wildly elated,
And shouting with joy as the shining air,
Whistles past, beyond a care,
Till at the moment last,
With the ground surging up – very fast,
I’d pull the rip-cord,
And like a pure white feather,
With downy softness floating hither,
Land so gently on my upturned palm –
No, on the tip of my nose would be much better,
And so I’d stare with quizzical awe,
At the moon in line with my downy nose,
And if I could do all that,
The wonder with which I’d be filled,
Would match the wonder in my heart, now stilled.
Spiritual Devotion 