Moon

Moon

By J. Lynne Moore

Hello, crescent moon,
Winking in the night.
Shall we share this moment?
A heavenly delight.

Will you listen to my heart;
And give me good advice?
Is love worth a chance,
Shall I pay the price?

Oh dearest silver moon,
Dancing in the sky.
Do you hear my pleadings?
Do you hear me asking why?

Show me the right path.
Can you light my way?
For love is a fickle creature;
I know you must have some sway.

Goodnight crescent moon,
I must bid you adieu.
May we meet tomorrow?
For I’m in love with you…

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Healing Touch

Healing Touch

By J. Lynne Moore

A simple prayer,
for a healing touch.
A heartfelt cry,
for one loved so much.

Do not deny…
the reality, present;
but wrap it in hope,
don’t fret or lament.

Faith brings rest,
for those who believe.
Just hold out your hand,
and in gratitude receive.

No matter the burden,
no matter the plight,
there is healing to be had,
in Heaven’s Holy light!

A prayer is lifted,
for the one I love so.
Into His hands
I must let you go.

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Sunrise

Sunrise

By J. Lynne Moore

The morrow’s dawn breaks
A horizon laced, saffron…
Gives slumber pause,
And banishes lingering shadows.

The moon, heavy with sleep,
Finds its rest among the stars,
Laced with the dust of dreams,
Now but a memory.

The nightingale bids good day,
To the jolly sparrow;
As she, the worm plucks,
From the dew laced soil.

The morrow has come…
And leaves not a bitter taste.
But brings with it renewal,
Laced with hope replete.

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Dance of the Tides

Dance of the Tides

By J. Lynne Moore

The tides will not wait,
for the hearts of men.
They dance with naked stars,
and have no shame in sin.

They ride the waves of eternity,
cutting a path of faith;
content in lunar harmony,
loved by the moonbeam wraith.

A boundary set between worlds,
salt and sand collide.
No force can bring an end,
to the ballet of the tide.

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Cat Date

Cat Date

By J.Lynne Moore

What do I say, to those in love;
that carry on like, cooing turtledove.

Do I scorn their love so sweet?
When they display, affection on the street.

Does my temper flare and rage,
as another couple walks out on the stage?

Do you see me weep and pine,
because I don’t hear, “You are mine”?

Heavens no! For goodness sake!
Love to me, has too high a stake!

For me… my cat, is the perfect mate!
She makes for a splendid, dinner date.

Never once has she been unkind;
a more amiable companion, you will never find.

She does not ever have a complaint,
I think I would say she is quite a saint!

Oh, her hair…makes quite a mess;
but I shan’t complain, about her dress.

This may sound all very queer;
I assure you it’s not, she’s quite a dear.

So, you can keep, all your lovey stuff;
To me it seems to be nothing but fluff.

As for me…and my sweet cat;
We are a perfect pair, and that is that.

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