Looking out my window this early winter morning,
In the western sky the moon is perfectly golden.
Reflected on the white surface of a snow-covered lake
It hangs there, round and beautiful,
Mysterious and fascinating,
And I wonder, where is the man in the moon?
Can I go back to the innocence of childhood,
Believing in that man,
Believing that all is well in the world,
Believing that the moon will go down,
The sun will come up,
And neighbor will help neighbor?
Or do I face the world as a disillusioned adult,
Watching the television news,
Reading an evening newspaper,
Fearing my enemies have put me in harms way?

God, I am praying for my misplaced innocence,
I know that You can bring it back to me.
I know that deep within every one of us, You reside,
And I thank You for the reminder of the “man in the moon”,
Watching over all of us, just for You!

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