Oh mystic moon,
before we knew what you were,
you gazed on us
lovingly,
pulling us with you
into some great unknown.
We gazed back,
and were gifted with
sacred glimpses
of God.
We danced,
as the waters of the oceans,
moving to your mysterious rhythm.
Then science explained away
your incredible patterns
and we,
disenchanted,
no longer followed your lunar dance.
But oh glorious glowing globe,
you still gaze on us
lovingly,
mournfully? hopefully?
and waltz with the waters
to the music of an unending
universal
heartsong
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