ON THE NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON
On the porch the women spoke
Of goddesses and wonder.
Behind the trees the moon arose
In glowing orange splendor.
From north and south and east and west
They called for strength and power
To meet life’s most exacting tests,
Lighten life’s darkest hours.
Then Luna, Goddess of the Moon,
Rose queenly in the night
To grant them her distinctive boon
Of clear and healing light.
She inspired them to journey on
Casting impediments off,
Aspiring to new horizons,
Daring to venture forth.
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