Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Full Moon Rising

By: Winter Prayer Cards | Abbey of the Arts

Winter Prayer Cards | Abbey of the Arts — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 17:48:05 +0000

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By: “Fuzzy Edges” « Back Road Journey

“Fuzzy Edges” « Back Road Journey — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 13:57:40 +0000

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By: Cathleen

Cathleen — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 13:46:33 +0000

there’s a certain beauty in

a full moon with unclear edges.

with mystery, it invites us

with fuzzy edges

to live more fully

our own stories

of waxing

and waning

to their shining fullness.

By: Looking, Walking, Being | Abbey of the Arts

Looking, Walking, Being | Abbey of the Arts — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 06:14:01 +0000

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By: Tandaina

Tandaina — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 21:22:31 +0000

She lifts her face
through hoary frosted branches.
Silver light, picks out a thousand drifting dreams.
We sleepers, blinded
by an age of pounding, shouting light
stumble, hands outstretched, among the trunks
of elder pine and oak. Lost, we wander,
following a voice that calls our name.
Her veil parts day from night and wraps
our feverish worlds in whispered hymns
that beat within our bodies;
ebb and flow, dancing with her turning face.
And in that gentle, pulsing darkness, we need no sight.
Memory: of winters when there were no bars
upon or souls, or shackles binding us to dirt.
Waking to that gentle dark we bathe
in silver tarnished light, our skin aglow
with milky hope that whispers deep
within our hearts
the name of God.
Hands outstretched we remember,
when we called You Mother without fear,
when our bodies were your temple,
when we bore birth and death on the flood.
Now, we hear your voice again,
the voice that sang us love songs in the womb.
And we remember,
there is nothing to fear
in the silver brightness of Your sweet night.

(published at Snow on Roses as well)

By: Karla MG (Kmamommy)

Karla MG (Kmamommy) — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 18:40:13 +0000

Moon of wonder
Moon of grace
Moon of blessing
Moon of space

How you shone
Upon that profane stall
How you bade the holy babe be still
And helped The Star illumine a path
For shepherds to come

Did you shine upon the trail
As mother and father escaped
To keep The Baby safe?
How many nights
You must have watched the young Christ child!
Did he say rhymes to you and brother stars
As children do today?

Moon of wonder
Moon of grace
Moon of blessing
Moon of space
We honor you
We thank you

–Karla Grauberger, 11/29/07

Christine, thanks for this holy space to ponder, putz, and pencil out the pondering and putzing! Blessings to you this fine Thursday! –Karla

By: Christine

Christine — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 17:54:15 +0000

You are welcome Sunrise Sister! (maybe you want to try your hand at one too?)

By: sally

sally — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 12:27:56 +0000

Full of
Mystery and magic
Casting shadows
in the night
the full moon rises.
She calls to us
In whispers
To abandon our beds
To hear the call of
Broken darkness
Of midnight possibilities..
To know that God
Is God of the night
As well of the day!

By: Sunrise Sister

Sunrise Sister — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 01:19:30 +0000

Your poets are fabulous – thanks for the fun of reading through them. SS

By: Sneak Peek | Abbey of the Arts

Sneak Peek | Abbey of the Arts — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 00:50:56 +0000

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