last night was such a great night
in the midst of all the sleeping owls and coloured birds
I slowly saw a white pale ball appearing
it gets closer and its colour became the most beautiful
no longer turned out slightly yellowish white
with a beautiful halo
it's the moon
I am waiting
while waiting i fell asleep on my laptop
but
God woke me up to watch
I praise the Lord with all my heart
it wasn't that smart
what I did
but God was there to warn me
wake up time to see and watch the full harvest moon
you wish it so true
for this full moon
despite the worst weather, the many rainy days, the hail and rains all day
you prayed me for this,
so I show it to you now
do you remember?
That's why I woke you up
since I've heard your prayers
Do you remember the full sturgeon moon?
the moon was sky high here
but you were miles afar in dreamland
I didn't wake you up
you hadn't asked for it
so you know now and for aways
a little prayer to me does greatest wonders
WOW! i am grateful to God
He has not forgotten me,
i tell you this is again a greatest Wonder God bestowed me,
the sky was clothed with heavy clouds,
all greyish rains and hails, yet in a second the sky was crystal clear, and so very much light!
the moon gliding gracefully, so much light in front of me,
all heavy clouds out, as if angels standing there,
awaiting the Lord to come, so much light,
i have had the loveliest night
indeed, i was not so wise
but I assure you
i have seen a glimpse of Paradise....
© Sylvia Frances Chan - All Rights Reserved
Friday 2 October 2020
All the sleeping owls and coloured birds at last wonderful and motivational night saw full calm moon which appeared and whispered. God had bestowed wonderful stream of calmness through full moon. Moon lovers love such great poem. You have seen and seen a glimpse of Paradise under the veil of tender cloud. A great moon poem is excellently penned with beauty...5 stars!
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in the midst of all the sleeping owls and coloured birds I slowly saw a white pale ball appearing it gets closer and its colour became the most beautiful very fine description of the beauty and how it affects you. thank you dear poetess Sylvia. tony