Silver Crescent - Poem by Marc Mannheimer
and a star, adjacent, almost in its pocket
opened up and out
to the silent, velvet sky’s Northeast,
the star (almost) in its cradle
Is this some sign,
that Mohammed spoke of?
And why is it here this morning?
Does it herald in
a day of fortuitous possibilities?
Or does it warn
of tempests and tumult,
to summon our courage,
to resist, to stand strong
in the midst of temptations to come?
(I saw a crescent moon one morning... well, this is the story...)
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