I lift my face to the moon
and throw a kiss to the stars.
I feel the night's breeze through my hair.
I take a deep breath.
I shut my eyes
and utter words to my Lord above.
My soul is at war
yet peace wraps me in the night's air.
I drop onto the cool grass floor
to lie beneath the moon and the stars,
and drift asleep healed of my scars.
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By the way, I publish a newsletter monthly for the members of our Door Peninsula Astronomical Society. We include a poetry corner in each issue. I wonder if you would be so kind as to authorize me to include this poem with attribution in one or our issues. I would be most grateful to be able to share this with our readers, numbering about 61 families.
Blessings and best wishes from Moscow - S.
Superb writing, Debra!
Marilyn