Moon Ravings

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This is simply an old poem of mine thats way tooooo long to be normal. I was sitting outside my parents house looking at this incredibly beautiful full moon, while my father watched TV and my mother read romance novels. I just couldnt understand how they could sit there and not even notice the wonder outside. I was very innocent back then. But still I prefer the wonders of nature over the wonders of man.
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From behind the Dark
  It comes,
Luminous and full
So bright that it haloes 
  Everything about it in 
Glowing white.

Rising,
  It shares its
Brilliance,
  Brightening the Land below.

How can I describe such
  Beauty
When its Creator's hands
Are so unexplainable and 
  Marvelous?

Glowing Golden with the 
  coming Harvest, it
Hesitates,
  Before coming out from behind a 
Gold-ringed cloud,
  Bursting forth the Praises
Of it's awesome Maker.

Can human kind do any less?
  In the face of this beauty
My heart swells,
  And I,
    For one,
Cannot resist praising the 
  Name of the One
Who created that beauty.
  The One who created me,
And who created all of
This glorious and 
  Mysterious Universe.

How can mankind sit by in
The face of such beauty
  And deny that there is a 
Creator?
  Only chance and science?
Chance is a fickle Lady
  And science only rarely
Creates anything of beauty;
  Would rather destroy and kill.

Then how can they deny?

I sit with the creation, and 
  See the beauty and praise
About me.
They sit in their houses
  Made of steal and plaster, and paint
Watching TV or
  Reading words of men.
How can they no see?

Because they do not look...
And even if they did, they do
  Not understand what they are
Looking at, and why.

Great ball of Luminance above
 thought of only in passing as 
"The Moon"
  And the light is so graciously
Sheds, is outshone by harsh,
  Unpraising lights.

I have wondered long:
  If the lights should go out,
And the TVs shut off,
  Would they look then?
    Perhaps...
But perhaps they would only
Turn on each other and give in to 
  The anger and frustration, and fear.
Instead of trying to see, and 
Praise, and 
  Love, and
    Hope, and
      Live.

For now, the
  Luminous ball above
Still shines,
Singing the Praises of
  The Lord Creator.

8/6/90

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I know its not what your used to from me, but keep in mind that I was a lot younger then. Tell me what you think.
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