Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Any poems about the Red Moon? The poem below sounds like the early 70's, doesn't it? Or are these thoughts ageless?
Red Moon
by
Diane C. Hundertmark
When the moon is red
and the sky is gray
Then my friend
it is time to pray
When the sun is white
and the sky is red
It is time for us to let
ourselves be led
By the one
who carries the sun
When the world runs red
and it drips of blood
Then it is time
for the spirit of peace to come
It will cleanse the earth
and restore it to
It's once brillant
and natural hue
It will call to the powers
and all that lives
Uniting them together
in the now holy lands
The spirit -- is love
and I am you
Together
we shall build
the world anew
Copyright 1972