Saturday Moon
Saturday moon, don’t cry.
Some hearts will live on and survive
This crowded night full or tears
Yes, some did not use their heart, just their ears.
But it was for those few dedicated tillers of the field
That this night was christened and fulfilled.
As I stand here and talk,
Many will fall on their walk
Though for the few
This ceremony was done
For the few I have sung
My prayer.
Author Note: written after an altar call and missionary call at an audio adrenaline (band) concert. ever wonder how many actually keep to their call to be a missionary?
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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