Moving Moon Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The moon creeps slowly westward
As planets orbit onward
My thoughts fall into channels
Unknown to daylight panels
I think about a promise
Arising from old pages
Of scrolls inscribed in ages
Revealed to bards and sages

A promise not to gather
And swell the earth with flooding
From waters held by heaven
To drown all wicked leaven
The beauty of a rainbow
To seal that mighty promise
A comfort that creation
Is caused by more than whimsy

Thoughts of a time predicted
Invade my mind and memory
Stars losing lights and places
Moons spurting blood in traces
I shudder at that warning
And hope fair morning's dawning
Will gold sun and warming
Instead of doom and dying

May God still stay that ending
For much still needs my tending
Heart needing peace from yearnings
And unfulfilled road bendings
The moon now moves more swiftly
And brightens to a glowing
As of a warm cheek holding
A kindly word intending

It whispers that we mortals
Still stand on respite's portal
To work a work of loving
And broadcast harvest sowing
Though sleep is slow in coming
I somehow feel a comfort
A tiredness to slumber
Assured that all my blunders
Still have a chance of mending
Before that final ending.