The Sun and the Moon

Daniel broke the king's decree,

Peter stepped from the ship to the sea

there was hope for Job like a cut down tree,

I hope that there's such hope for me

dust be on my mind's conceptions

and anything I thought I knew

each word of my lips' description,

and on all that I compare to You

the preference of the sun was

to the south side of the farm

I planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot

blind as I'd become, I used to wonder where you are-

these days I can't find where you're not!

mine's been a yard carefully surgace level tended

foxes burrowed underground

my gardening so highly self-recommended,

what could I have done but let you down?

the sun and the moon,

I want to see both worlds as One!

mine's been a vivid story, dimly remembered

and by the hundredth time it's told, halfway true

of bad behavior well engendered

what good is each good thing we think we do?

find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart

tell them whatever you're most ashamed of-

our parents have made so many mistakes,

but may we forgive them and forgive ourselves

the sun and the moon are my Father's eyes