Through the longest night she stands on high,

Beauty and Power aglow.

Lighting the earth and the darkened sky.

Pulling tides to and fro.



Her Majesty and Strength combined,

equal not her followed path.

For each night she withstands, refined.

Without time for petty, human wrath.



While illuminating night for the meadow lark,

her charm invokes jealousy.

For she knows her purpose in the dark,

still, there lies such confusion in me.



Her brilliance enhances the most unsightly,

the seas follow her commands.

But her power lies not in things that are nightly,

rather in that which she understands.



She knows the reason of her existence,

For it is in His holy plan.

That each night she shine with vast persistence,

and light the earth for man.



To have such radiance and such direction -

Shall she sleep so soon?

To hold such grace and such perfection

one must walk in the shoes of the moon.