Moonlight Illumining a Cross

Moonlight Illumining a Cross
In honor of His Holiness Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

You keep believing you’re okay

Yet there he is so far away

We see your lives in many ways

And say the things we need to say.

Speaking things you need to hear

In Spirit tongue, clean and clear

Father Spirit speaks to us

Because He wants to help you trust.

You simply do not understand

All we do is lend a hand

All we are is just a guide

Paradise is found inside.*

If you listen it’s your choice

This is Father Spirit’s voice

He loves His children all the time

Singing golden, holy rhymes.

Dancing nightly ‘neath the moon

Drumming angels’ magic tunes

Crying tears of love and joy

Calling to His girls and boys.

He sees the way you live your lives

And then He pounds the ground and cries

Moaning, groaning all the night

Such a gruesome, morbid sight.

It makes me cry each time I see Him

All His children always flee Him

Every night He sings and dances

Every night He gives more chances.

Every night He sets some places
‘round a fire for children’s faces

Every night He lays out mats

And all that come are mice and gnats.

They eat the fruit He spread around
The finest gifts that day He found

He sees the critters eat His fruit

And then He plays His magic lute.

Such a tune He plays each night!
Fingers fast and eyes so bright

On His face is such a smile

Gnats stop eating for a while

Mice line up in single file.

Then He stops and looks around
All alone on holy ground

He lifts His arm and starts to cry

And hangs His head and fights a sigh.

He cannot bear His soulful sadness
In His tribe is so much badness

On his knees before the moon

He prays His clan will find Him soon.

He gathers all the colored mats
Spots where only vermin sat

Takes them bundled to the creek

And scrubs them all until they squeak.

"Might as well forget my sorrow

Maybe a child will come tomorrow."

 *Luke 17:21

                                                                                  Tim Austin