Moonshine Rising
Half hiding behind a long smear of cloud,
It was, when first I saw it,
Like a slice of round carrot
Climbing out of a pot,
Or, rather, a worn silver coin in a slot,
(Was it not?)
The moon slowly slid up the night sky,
Silently shouting, quietly announcing,
“Majesty arises, presence confirmed,”
Lighting up cloudscape, landscape
And mind, with veritable glory,
Creating a moment of heavenly story:
Praise moon and cloud, stars and light,
Eyes to see with,
and
Night in which to be,
For darkness is not dark to Thee!
Amen
An animal is a different kind of creature from man; and the difference is not just a matter of degree.
Little dogs, for example, do not write little verses to people they love, as this little verse my wife wrote for Schuster:
Here’s my little fellow,
Who’s cute as he can be;
He barks at other people,
But, he doesn’t bark at me.
(slight editorial changes were made, mostly to do with punctuation, as well as the removal of one unnecessary “as.”)
Schuster: animals have no thoughts for moonlight, or clouds, or stars, or reasons why.