The Moon and Sun

I step into a starry night and see a moon
And blink my eyes, for in that moon is Lady Fair
Who stands all dressed in blue, then bows to ask a boon
From One whose glory she reflects in heaven’s air. 

And then the melody of her gay laughter sounds,
As One, who o’er horizon stands within the sun,
Reminds her of a wedding feast where was not found
More wine, and she then asked a boon of Only Son.

For this is Heaven’s Queen I see, who’s always bathed
In radiance of her Son, forever gives her light—
His brilliance through His Mother whose sweet arms had swathed
Himself in clothes and nursed Him through His first earth’s night.

And now I know that boon she asked was just for me
Who have so lately learned to honor her as mine:
My Mother and of all her children who’re made free
From sin and Satan through Begotten’s wedding wine.