Softly the Moon (Poem by Max Dunaway)

Softly the Moon (Poem by Max Dunaway)

Softly the Moon (Poem by Max Dunaway)

Softly the Moon

Softly the moon ascends the ladder of the night,
spilling its silver treasure on the world below,
and never wonders whether it may lose its height
nor fears its streams of light may sometime fail to flow.

It does not find it hard to glow in simple beauty
and knows no struggle for another’s higher place,
but, effortless, proceeds on its nocturnal duty,
content to send its beams from its appointed place.

Softly the moon ascends and lets its beauty shine,
Serene in its own place, as I would be mine.

by Max Dunaway

I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.

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  1. Christine Detrick 6 years ago


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