No More
A Poem
Light beneath the Wolf Moon But no more But no more I can see not my path ahead No more No more The north from south I cannot tell The world has drained my wishing well My faith in man, like cedars fell Please no more Please no more In the dawn a new Light calls Wait no more Wait no more A narrow way lies just ahead Wait no more Wait no more The East is crying, “Hear my call. “For I hath died yet live for all. “Walk with me, you will not fall. “Cry no more. “Cry no more.”
This poem may be revised or added to in the future. I’ve been thinking about the Wolf Moon since I saw it during Thursday’s very cloudy and rainy evening. This poem came about suddenly this morning as I kept thinking about that misty and thundering scene. I wrote this in a jiffy and have decided to get it posted as quickly as possible so it doesn’t slip away from me.
Hope you enjoy this sudden burst of inspiration.
May God bless you this weekend.
I like it, Derek.I love when poems, or even stories, are produced out of a sudden spate of inspiration... It happened to me a lot when I was writing poetry more back in the day.