So, this is perfection then
I surmise as I watch the moon
climb
In silent, invisible ascent
The star-studded hallway
‘neath a royal blue tent
Its silver light a misty veil
Shining
On a globe now pale
Until a silent unseen Hand
Draws across its light a strand
Of purple cloud and the world below
Loses its enchanted silver glow
But still I know
This Hand which is in control
Of heaven, earth, each living soul
Eternally
Watching over you and me
And my breath becomes a prayer
Breathed into the velvet air
Softly
Lord God of creation
Thank-you for letting me behold
Perfection
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Janet Martin
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