Our Lady Moon Poem by Gayle Sweeney

Once the moon was tilted to her side
As if she could play the violin.
Tonight she is big
up in the sky.
Her soft, beautiful smile is shining.

For now the moon is simply happy
While in concert with all of the stars.
She's not looking down toward us sadly
This clear night from above and afar.

The moon is a bright circle of light -
So silvery and on high so full.
Smiling way past the twinkling twilight,
At heart strings she can lovingly pull.