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The Warmth of the moon
We try to warm ourselves by the light of the moon
when what we seek is the sun
The light of the moon, we are told, is a reflection
and we think that’s all there is
when what we seek is the sun
The light of the moon, we are told, is a reflection
and we think that’s all there is
Vainly we try to warm ourselves
while we live in the night
saying, “we find warmth in the moonlight”
while slowly we freeze
The warmth of the sun lives in the day
to inhabit the night would be to destroy it
We want the warmth but do not have it
because, to go there means leaving here
love this, Jim!
Thanks :0) – I hope you all are doing great –
I was thinking – it seems so many times our inability to “move forward” is simply our unwillingness to move 🙂
I know it is for me ?
Jim,
I love the new blog! Your poems are delightful to read. They take me on a journey as I reflect on your words. Thank you for sharing!
Thanks so much – the journey is the thing :0)