Sad News as our People and Nation struggle through race issues, a long and sad history. Wishes we can find a way to love each other with Respect being the principle that drives change.
Thursday 6/4 Tonight's Full Moon, Go to Google Images to read text. Song of the Moon Priscilla Jane Thompson Oh, a hidden power is in my breast, A power that none can fathom; I call the tides from seas of rest, They rise, they fall, at my behest; And many a tardy fisher’s boat, I’ve torn apart and set afloat, From out their raging chasm. For I’m an enchantress, old and grave; Concealed I rule the weather; Oft set I, the lover’s heart a blaze, With hidden power of my fulgent rays, Or seek I the souls of dying men, And call the sea-tides from the fen, And drift them out together. I call the rain from the mountain’s peak, And sound the mighty thunder; When I wax and wane from week to week, The heavens stir, while vain men seek, To solve the myst’ries that I hold, But a bounded portion I unfold, So nations pass and wonder. Yea, m
