I'm drawing down the moon to find Her grace.
I'm searching for the Dreaming in my mind.
I raise my arms to all the stars I face.

She has a love that's soft as any lace.
I'm hoping that Her spirit I will find.
I'm drawing down the moon to find Her grace.

The paintings in my mind just race and race.
The images of Her are so entwined.
I raise my arms to all the stars I face.

Reaching for meaning comes at such a pace.
Her beauty is enveloped and enshrined.
I'm drawing down the moon to find her grace.

I hear Her voice somewhere out there in space.
In Her magic, I'm willingly confined.
I raise my arms to all the stars I face.

Her Highest hand puts me in the right place.
Her gift of Love embraces all Mankind.
I'm drawing down the moon to find Her grace.
I raise my arms to all the stars I face.

©2023 Erin Marie Miller
© Erin Marie Miller