Stumbled on your post this morning, Christy, and much appreciated being pointed to ‘Maker of the Moon’. So, heartfelt thanks. A few years ago, a TV programme about the moon, in which the presenter claimed its relative position and size is merely a ‘cosmic coincidence’, prompted the writing of the following…which may be relevant to the song.
COSMIC COINCIDENCE
The moon, at times, obscures the sun
And hides it from our vision
Who so ordained it’s size and place
With such exact precision?
When earth and sun and moon align
We see celestial treasure
The moon appears to match the sun
As though of equal measure
The moon, if closer to the earth
Would, to the sun, seem vaster
Or, if it’s path were more remote
The sun would seem the master
These bodies so positioned are
Each unto the other -
The silver moon my sister
The golden sun my brother -
That when coincidence we see
Though rare are such occasions
We think upon eternity
And question our persuasions
But some dismiss this holy sign
This great cosmic alignment
Meaninglessness is their creed
To them, such music’s silent
Their ears, with prejudice are stopped
Since randomness their ruler
Chance is their ancestry of all
Could anything be crueler?
Yet children’s ears are well attuned
Unto such declaration
In sophistry untutored, they
Receive such revelation
For when the skies at night are bright
With myriad constellations
They hear the symphonies of God
And know divine elation
The earth, and sun; the moon and skies
Are redolent with glory
And age to age and east to west
Proclaim a wondrous story
And chaos cannot of itself
Father forth such order
Great orchestration has occurred
The work of a composer