The moon peeks through the clouds and looks my way,
beyond the window like some giant eye,
then just like magic gleams a single ray,
a spotlight stream to where I dreamily lie,
as if to say, "I'm watching over you,
though you may be unwitting in your sleep,
while loyally I my ordered path pursue,
obedient to laws natural, true and deep."
How regular you are, O constant moon,
so comforting to me 'til night is done,
unknowing I, all safe in my cacoon,
how you beam bright the light from mighty sun.
O faithful God, Who made the moon for me,
let me obey Your laws as faithfully.
-- by Pete Voelz 11/07
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