Thought for the day and a poem...

" The light of a hundred stars doesn't equal the light of the moon. "



HOLD THE MOON

At the foot of the dune
turn toward the sea
as it rushes on evermore.
Crushed cockles, clams and slipper shells
lay a carpet ‘cross the shore.

Hold the moon in your hands.
Let stars spread a path
along water’s foamy fringe.
Light the way as you trod silky sands,
lacy and ivory tinged.

Lay a blanket of sea grass to rest upon
‘til the early morning comes.
Horizon’s sun will glow and rise
coaxed by beams held in your hand
borrowed from island skies.

~Deborah~

From my mini-book of poetry published in The Baker's Dozen: The Cole Foundation Collection: Volume II. (See sidebar)

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My granddaughter, Kathryn, came to me one day with her little empty
hands cupped and asked, “Grandma, would you hold the moon?”