Lent 11

 

The moon was glowing this morning

And the crows causing a ruckus

But we managed to push the shuck and jive of daily life

Below the lake’s shining surface.

 

I was wondering what else lay beneath

That rippling plate

And buddy was checking each and every blade

To see who had been by over the past 24.

 

When I caught a glimpse of you, just a glimpse

Peaking over the distant hills

Oh constant friend, illusive one,

An echo from that ancient time.

 

Are you just a projection, an illusion?

Some part of us we all see in childhood?

Who are you, and why don't you shine

Each and every morning?

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