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(This poem is about my father; an unconventional man who has always had the most beautiful singing voice and has always shared his gift with his church on Christmas Eve singing "O Holy Night".)
The men all glint like golden coins
and flex their smiles with winking joy.
The heavens shine- the day is theirs,
the sun the Emblem of the Boy.
But you are a Moon Man.
You've seldom seized the day
the sun the Emblem of the Boy.
But you are a Moon Man.
You've seldom seized the day
and never shone like fire,
yet glow another way.
You take the stage in evenings.
The pews reflect your light
with softly glowing candles
You take the stage in evenings.
The pews reflect your light
with softly glowing candles
that warm a Winter night-
at least within the soul
at least within the soul
where softness can ignite
the hopefulness that God is near
when there's no sun in sight.
The men, like lusty warriors,
The men, like lusty warriors,
stroll, strut and regale
the maidens and the wistful old
with all their splendid tales
and show off to the children
their coruscating might
by lifting them one-handed
as they squeal with delight.
But you are a Moon Man
But you are a Moon Man
and glow where oft unseen,
guiding spirits on their way
and tending children's dreams.
And sometimes you laugh softly
then sometimes disappear
And sometimes you laugh softly
then sometimes disappear
yet you can lift the booming tides
with songs for those who hear;
For you are a Moon Man,
For you are a Moon Man,
and though you meekly glow,
you always bring the light of hope
to those you love and know.
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