a weight is lifted.
the earth is round.
the earth is full.
the moon is high and bright.
it lights my way
through dark days
when the sun is hidddne from me.
the sun is a mystery.
the sun is my enemy.
the sun is too bright.
it burns and blinds
and cooks me where I stand.
A Prayer Like Gravity 
I love the moon when it is at it’s fullest and I love the way the sun often hides behind the clouds, Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you so much. I too am fond of the moon. More so I think than the sun. And I enjoy nudging the usual assumptions about them both.
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Excellent 🙂
Hope you are having a great week so far, peace, grace and blessings abundant to you 🙂
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Lovely poem, JCC. I like how you express both sides.
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Thanks J–
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