This Full Moon night I bear witness to
The magic that surrounds me
In Loving Light
Standing before the First Cross
Letting soul whispers carried forth
Along the gentle breeze
Not to distant for all to see
The Second Cross called to me
Knowing there be a Third
I did not have to travel far
Set in formation the Grand Cross
Was always there above
Found Three Crosses
Wrapt in the golden aura of a sun-kissed moon
Emanating slivers of silver moonbeams
True beauty of the Divine
I bear witness to this Full Moon night
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