Greetings and thanks, mother Teresa:
Likewise, are the words you have written lovely!
a walk in the moonlight will do me good.
i shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna.
the black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.. treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, i stop dead at land's end.
Greetings and thanks, mother Teresa:
Likewise, are the words you have written lovely!
a walk in the moonlight will do me good.
i shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna.
the black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.. treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, i stop dead at land's end.
Thank you, LV101 and recovering, for responding. I like writing about "Her," for reasons you've stated -- and then some.
While the poetic prose is largely metaphorical, I wondered when I wrote the above (edited) some eight years ago if it would appear Goddess Moon had supplanted Jehovah in my affections. In my original JWD thread, Dark Moon, I built up a narrative around what Job had declared an impossibility for him: secretly worshipping the moon.
Yet, I have gotten favorable replies from JWs on other forums.
Best Wishes, all.
BTW, LV101: Conversely, do those who live in stone houses throw glass?
a walk in the moonlight will do me good.
i shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna.
the black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.. treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, i stop dead at land's end.
Thank you, humbled, for your thoughts and the lovely "moon" piece. I do happen to play it on the piano.
yep, taps out, throws in the towel, waves the white flag!
in today's watchtower it basically said don't expect any results due to widespread apathy and opposition.
but you can still bear fruit just by going through the motions of being regular in field service.
Perhaps a return to the "internal ministry"?
You can never get enough fruits of the spirit.
a walk in the moonlight will do me good.
i shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna.
the black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.. treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, i stop dead at land's end.
Wishing you and your boys happy trails, Perry.
"The moon is mysteriously comforting."
YES!
Thanks.
a walk in the moonlight will do me good.
i shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna.
the black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.. treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, i stop dead at land's end.
a walk in the moonlight will do me good.
i shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna.
the black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.. treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, i stop dead at land's end.
A walk in the moonlight will do me good.
I shall understand inner turmoil in a new light, that proffered by the softly suffused illumination della bella luna. The black shadow of the walking dead, cast upon a meandering path by the gracious moon, will be my companion.
Treading my way slowly, reverentially, to the frosty view above that patiently awaits me, I stop dead at land's end. Full, round, and gleaming is beauty supernal: my exquisite, my lovely Moon. How I wish to touch her but am overwhelmed by giant sentinels whose barren arms stretch with desperate longing toward her. For all their height, those statuesque trees are no more able to caress her silvery face than I. The eternal, unrequited pining for what is enthroned on high.
I am seeking something, but it remains unnamed and unknown. Who will tell me who I am and where I am going? A thankless and lonely quest has it been all these years. The lunar queen has no spoken answer, perhaps, yet her presence comforts me as none other can.
An estate in Northern California . . .
THANKS!
On this beautiful property, all buildings are otherwise well maintained.
Nature triumphs.