(the blue moon hanging above Windy Ridge last night–and the same moon that hung over David )

When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?

(written thousands of years ago by David, son of Jesse, giant slayer, apple of God’s eye, shepherd boy, musician and king)

Did you see the moon last night? Let’s visit