Eleanor Lawrie
Last night I watched a silver moon
in triumph floating fine and free
I felt as though it looked at me.
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You touched my heart, O lovely sphere
and spoke to me of hurt and pain;
the world’s dilemmas filled my brain.
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How does that moon consider us?
Our human frailties, wars and greed?
Please give more love, it seemed to plead.
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I sat and mused until the dawn
when hope renewed shone golden, bright
and knew my days would be alright.
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The moon knows I can do my part:
Life is so short but while I’m here
I will smile and spread good cheer.
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Eleanor Lawrie, Author 