The Hopeful Moon Poem by Jim Yerman

When my world sometimes seems tragic and I'm finding it difficult to cope
the full moon is there to remind me…there is always hope.

Usually I walk in darkness before the light of day
but once a month the clouds will part and a full moon lights my way.

And the road that, only yesterday, was blanketed in the black of night
by some miracle, today, is bathed in reflected light.

And I can feel my hope return…knowing nature has found a way
to, once again, remove the darkness by blending night and day.

The birds who think the day's begun…begin to sing in voices clear and bright
harmonizing with the owls who still believe it's night.

And the animals, usually hidden in the shadows or who sleep during the day
also feel the hope as they come out to play.

The rabbits hop a little higher…it's fun to watch them play
reminding me of children underneath the tree on Christmas Day.

As the moonlight into every crevice of the morning seeps
many a flower is fooled into awakening and today will lose a little sleep.

And if you listen closely…to do this you must stop along the way
there is a moment when the crickets stop their chirping…
and the trees begin to pray.

So…whatever happens today…tomorrow…
when I have moments I find it difficult to cope…
How blessed am I to have the full moon
To remind me…
there is always hope.