The Moon and Georgia Backwoods
Luke 8: 17
For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest;
neither any thing hid, that shall not be known and come abroad.
Photography and Poem by Norma Beaird
Deep in the Georgia backwoods,
on a cold and humid night,
the moon's fluorescent glowing mist,
gives darkness lunar light.
For the light of moon exposes,
deeds of darkness in the trees,
in the lawless land of backwoods,
famed for potions' evil deeds.
As the new moon gives them cover,
in their darkness in the woods,
Gibbous moons once more will highlight,
What is bad and what is good.
Crescent moons, like rays of sunlight,
shine a ray of faith in fear,
and each night the light shines brighter,
the full moon is almost here.
Tales may say full moons bring howling,
and a wildness in the trees,
but the full moon shines the brightest,
on an outlaw's evil deeds.
Twelve times a year, the lamp is bright,
and more from gibbous moons,
the crescent night light peeks through clouds,
to banish nighttime gloom.
So do your deeds, pretend to hide,
God sees you day or night,
the weathered barns on red dirt roads,
exposed in full moon's light.
Copyright 2015, Curtis and Norma Beaird. All rights reserved.