the movement of the moon to me

Nora Fraser

Winnipeg, Canada

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having fun with lines and nostalgic memories of the northern lights

Can this be true?

I held the sphere in the palm of my hand. I touched its bumpy surface. I circled the round form with my imperfect finger tips.
It was not hard. It was not hard to complete this task. I asked the moon to come. I called upon it to come. I requested its presence in my tiny attic suite. I asked and my answer arrived.
The moon left its post in the darkness of a North American evening. The moon jumped and bumped and bounced and rolled into my heart and soul. It was not argumentative
It was not authoritative. It was not aggressive. It simply followed the instructions of my heart. The request had been expressed with courage and passion and faith. The aurora swept a band of green and silver ribbons over the passageway of the moon as it traveled on its journey. The stars winked mischievously.
The moon came, landed and stayed for a tiny fraction of precious time. And then the perfect spiritual warrior had no choice but to resume its rightful home orbiting the earth. The waters of the ocean moved with urgency to the sandy shore. The waters of the human beings centered correctly. The earth and its inhabitants did not regard the artist’s request with any intense scrutiny. Calmness reigned.

Written by
Nora June Davidson Settee Fraser
Tuesday, September 02, 2008

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