I wrote this as a gift for my nephew Christopher. A blessing of pure joy, he has the ability to see beyond the natural, into that space between here and eternity.
Believe
Once upon a white magic snow
The moon came out to play
For as all the seers know
The night holds more than we can say
The trees all bowed and smiled with glee
As the great orb danced like a child
The forest grew quiet, for it could see
This king of light was brave and wild
The rushing black river rose up to sing
And the bright music filled the sky
The birds all around lifted their wings
As the liquid gold moon glided by
The night grew tired, wanting to rest
And called for the moon to come home
Back to the air, sailing east, then west
Leaving peace where its light had shone
Follow that light, be it great, be it small
For it knows the path you are on
Don’t be afraid to stumble or fall
For the moon will guide you to the dawn
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