La Lune

Grey clouds surround the white moon.

The eye in the sky that will come so soon.

The only light in our darkest night.

The hope that we clutch to beneath our fright.

A rope that dangles before our fear.

The only grace to save us from here.

A humbling reminder of what we’ve done.

And a steady light that reflects the sun.

An eerie shroud of both terror and awe.

An authentic print from the finger of God.

The light at the mouth of our deepest cave.

The fire in the pit of a soul so brave.

A message, a spirit, an angel, a breath.

An emblem of life, the victor of death.

The light in the sky, the hope in our hearts.

The end of this world, and where heaven starts.

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