Did you ever wonder who maintained the lights in the sky, I found the answer in Mary P.

YOU ARE THE GUIDING LIGHT

I adore the moonlight, as it shines down on me,
And stars that surround the night, free, oh, so free.
Although the nights can be chilled by the night air,
The moonlight warms my soul and shines off my hair.
...
I remember once when the Moon was not so bright,
It was not giving off that warm and soothing light.
The surface of the moon looked dull and unclean
I just could not feel the peacefulness without its gleam.

So I went and found a ladder, and I positioned it just so,
I climbed that ladder to the top and got up on my tippy toes
I reached up and touched the moon, and the light began to glow
And at that moment when I touched the moon, I felt the loving flow.

So much love is in the night, and so much passion is in the moon,
My heart was overwhelmed and my feelings began to swoon.
I lay outside in the night so that I can see the beauty of it all,
Knowing that the light of the moon is my true mating call.

And that is why I care for it, and that I ensure that it shines bright,
For it lights the path of my dear prince, as he travels in the night.
Oh moon so bright, know that you are the guide for my Love,
Stay ever so bright to guide his way, you are his compass from above.

REB (MAY 2012) For Mary P.

I SEE WHAT IS NOT

I sit here and look out upon the changes of time
I see what is, and soon what will be not.
I cannot express the sorrow for what I see coming,
I just sit here and watch as it slowly becomes.

Minds melt in to the oblivious, gone for a time
I do not know why, for I am not in the know
... There is no reason for this curious action
But all actions create questions in life.

I do not understand the words I write,
I am being forced by an unknown hand.
A warning they say to all that want to survive,
And these words are a threat to our very core of life.

Mind your manners, and lower your head to the Lord,
Do not think that any will be overlooked
Do not misunderstand the intentions of what you do not see,
Our world will bow down to the power of not.

Comprehension is not an option, for we have lost all reasoning,
Control has been released and we are slaves of what is. (Or what is not)
There is no pain in the release of what was,
But there may be pain in what will be.

I do not know what is not, for it is has never been known to exist,
But the power that pulls our minds cannot be denied
Succumb to the ridicule of the world’s demise
And you shall be spared, so that you can be one with nothing.

REB (MAY 2012) Because my hand was forced  (artist of photo unknown)