Stupendous Moon Poem by Helen Crutchett

When did the moon come out in such
splendour?
Was it the new dawn that found a Soul
asleep?
When did the puzzle of my life fit into
My jigsaw of assorted memories?
Was it the day I met you?
Was it the first words you wrote on my
heart?
Was it the love of the Divine that allowed me
To find my beloved?
Gentle poet I am a captive of your endearing words
I am willingly to surrender to the mystery of you and
Our Stupendous moon!