Moons of Change

Moons of change – Oct. 2010?

Hopelessly unfound remained my humanity

As tempests shipwrecked my prayer on the rocks of doubt

We clung to shattered bits of obligatory gifts and always forgot our blessings

I washed out three years of buckets and

Filled them grain by grain with the sands of certitude and devotion

But it seems I lost them in transference

Back in the narrow hall that has never been found by the stars

And has left the moon crying in her shattered silent love

She folded into her collapse, whole in the night sky

And as she did so she wept the purpose of her creation from wax to wane

Only in that final moment did she sooth

Passing into the death of a new beginning

One could just make out a triumphant gasp for breath

And a sigh so calming the world slept by her side

Waken to be reborn a crescent babe

Shedding no more than a fingernails light across the first sky

As we shook the dust of slumber from our sleeves

And resurrected the bits of Obligatory gifts to which we still clung