There was a beautiful full moon the other night and whenever I see one it always leaves me breathless. I was reminded of a poem my son wrote for me several years ago. He wrote it after we witnessed a beautiful moon rise over a field of wheat moving with the wind that reminded us of the sea, or Lake Superior.
MOONWALK
Where the sky touches the water,
the field of wheat meets God’s beautiful creation.
Isn’t it neat?
The water displays its glistening haze,
The golden wheat stands tall, with no fear at all.
The sky shines bright in the beginning of night,
The moon is snow-blinding white.
Good Night.