Moonlit Plea

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    Moonlit Plea

    Her misty eyes turn skyward,
    Under a touchingly whispered plea,
    Humbly, wuith hands lifted for a given answer,
    Not yet in reach.
    Silently the night listens,
    Saddened by her plight,
    Prayers and pleas fall softly,
    In the still, cold silvery night.
    She softly cries to the heavens,
    And stands alone poised for a sign,
    Patiently awaiting the answers,
    For her moonlit pleas.
    A child somehow neglected,
    She bows her head in defeat,
    Under her sorrow hopelessly unguarded,
    She descends forgotten upon the ground.

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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