I see your moon and I pause to marvel-
it hangs loosely in the sky with the stars that sparkle-
in serenity
I wonder how I got here through the line
of Abraham and these that glitter are proof that you kept your promise true.
I flip my head to look upside down and the moon is right side up.
The mirror to another world of endless, dramatic space.
It is there that we will one day see your face.
The moon that hangs so loosely like a halo.
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