BLOOD MOON

*photo by Brian

What feats do mankind

Seek to

Soar to

What boundless frontiers

Do we relentlessly peek

Frontiers quite often peerless

And oft just barely in reach?

Great inventions

With God-given hands and intellect

Do we fashion anew?

Is there anything

Mankind can’t do?

Why leans the Pisa,

Why the Mona Lisa smiles,

Why the Pinta, the Nina,

Sail with Saint Maria,

So, so many miles

To a land unsuspected

To unknown journey’s end?

Soon,

To the moon,

Shall we return?

The spin-offs,

“One giant leap for mankind,”

Reshaped the world.

A new age was born,

Toward technology we were hurled.

We’ve never looked back,

We’ve ever looked up,

The Strawberry Moon,

The Blood Moon, New,

We were once there,

In that spacious hue.

Shall we return?

Did you ever look up,

Past, a New Moon hue

And wonder beyond

What’s out there anew?

Is heaven there,

Perhaps?

Just a’ways beyond

Is an Astronaut there,

Too?

God?

Whose one leap on earth,

In His final nod,

“One giant leap for mankind”

Upon His demise,

Gave us the Blood Moon,

Upon us to shine,

So keep that in mind,

For everlasting life,

As you gaze ‘pon the Blood Moon,

Defining new life.

Shall we return?

Shall we return?

July 20, 1969, The First Moon Landing

June 24, 2021, The Strawberry Moon

May 16, 2022, The next Blood Moon

Author’s Note: For those of you who think I write of the moon a lot, I “adieu,” I do. Most poet’s do. It’s that thing up there that makes us look up, brightening our dark. It signifies romance, solice soltice, intrigue, yearning, a magnet of exploration. Age old people’s have been enamored by, wondered, gazed upon that same moon. I wanted to add the thought that perhaps God was up, there too. A sort of, “Remember man, that thou art moon dust, and to the moon we must return,” to heaven and beyond. I think it’s an open discussion. What IS out there, beyond and beyond Beyond?