Conversations with the Man in the Moon

The sky was black as the devil's soul that night.

As I sat on the front steps of my home

Contemplating the State of My Being.

The Moon was brilliant in its golden beauty

And earlier had hung low in the sky

As if trying to eavesdrop on us.

On a whim, I said, “Hey, Man in the Moon!

Are you awake?"

Of course, no reply broke the stillness.

But so began our frequent one-sided conversations.

On this particular night, we discussed the election

And my wish for our president to be a man of honor

Who could bring our Country together again.

To forget about party lines and petty differences.

To help us heal our hearts.

To lead us to a place where

We are able to love one another

Unconditionally.

Where we are more concerned with our Nation

Than our nationalities.

Less worried about whose religion is “right,”

And more concerned about working together

For the good of our Beloved, but ailing, Country.

I am tired of hatred, war, intolerance, and cruelty.

I am tired of broken bodies, broken promises,

And burying children.

All these things I told the Man in the Moon.

I’m not certain, but I think he smiled,

As if to say “I know, Childe, I weep for you.

But my tears are shed on the Dark Side,

Where you cannot see.

“I weep because I have heard your plea

Many times through the Ages.

“I weep because of Man’s promise to change,

Yet never altering his course.

“I weep because of Man’s promise to heal,

While inflicting pain.

“I weep because of Man’s promise to bring Peace

While waging war.

“Yes, Childe, I weep for you.”

Like a benevolent father, the Man in the Moon

Gazes down upon us at Night.

Watching and waiting.

While on the other side

His tears fall silently, unseen,

Into the Darkness of the Universe.