Mary in the Moon

In darkness’ beauty she hangs there surely

singing to me in silent song

Her light she gives, a gentle touch, a hand upon the head

A beacon bright, ornament in the night, days greatest treasure given unto me

Hanging quietly in the sky, modest, silent, but present to all night’s passerby

The words of your son’s whisper a soft breeze, reaching out to my souls sight. In these words, behold your mother, I was promised of from my soul’s lover, help in every cry

Mary daughter, Mary Mother, do not abandon wrenched children such as me; rather do me a great injustice; and bring me close to the Holy Theophany

Help me be the child the Eternal Beautiful sees. Help me abandon sin, so that my soul can fly. Up wards and on wards in the night; to you my Mother Mary, quiet in the softly lit sky