Silly Moon Poem

Last night before the sun was fully gone, the moon was rising in a clear sky and was beautiful as it shone through the tree. I took its picture and thought I would try to write a little poem about it as I work on my writings for book 2 of Smiles from Heaven. See what you think.

The sun loses the last of its light against the tall tree,

You, dear moon, shine your light for all of us to see.

It comes through the branches which softens your glow

Bringing a smile of hope and peace to us below

But you, dear moon, don’t show a face of cheer

Do you sing a sad lament while your eyes shed a tear?

Come now, our dear precious moon above

God has created us all to feel His precious love.

G. A. Neal