Monday, February 21, 2011


Luna, beautiful Luna.
You come out one night of a month to dance
In your shining white gown
With its spinning patterns of light.

Luna, brilliant Luna—
Who dances on the water and hides in the clouds,
Who swings through barren branches in winter
And kisses my bedroom window…

Luna, blessed Luna,
Divine guardian of the night,
Shining God’s pure, undying light—
You keep my hope alive.

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