Standing in the brightest moonlight
Like the middle of the day!
Not a shadow ! And I stood there
At the window; it was May
And I looked out on the front yard,
Saw the flower bed on the lawn
And I knew that in the morning
There would be at early dawn
All the birds in God’s great heaven
Descending on the garden rows
Gathered there in great profusion
Robins, sparrows, thrushes, crows!
As I changed my dress to nightie,
Cool and sweet the scent of May
Wafted in, the breezes blowing
In that moonlight bright as day!
Down below I knew the fairies
Dwelt in Mother’s big tree stump
And I summoned them to join me
On the featherbed to jump!
In my petticoat I pranced and danced
All around the bed I stepped
In the bright light of my bedroom,
While the others sweetly slept.
No one saw but Mother Moon
And the fairies—they could skip
On my window sill in fairy time
Light fantastic they did trip!
Only in the May time moonlight–
Only then can fairies meet
With a little girl in her petticoat
And lend her fairy’s feet.
No sound of bed springs creaking
For the spell the fairies brought
In the night of moonlight magic
Only in the month of May is wrought!
Oh, to be again a child of nine
In my room up on the Hill,
Dancing wildly with the fairies
On my moonlit window sill!
In the May time tripping lightly
Fairies holding me in trance,
While in magic of sweet May time–
Moonlight magic trip-toe-dance!
Childhood memories! Oh how precious!
How delightful! How pristine!
Lord, in mists of childhood memories
Lives the one you call, “Maxine.”
Though the frame is bent and twisted
Still we view the dreamy scene
It’s a little girl in her petticoat
Dancing in the moonlight, it’s— Maxine!
Now in the Light of Love we see her
Not at nine but ninety-four
Dancing still, in May-time magic
Feet three inches from the floor!
God the Infinite Creator
Made her feet to dance in tune
To the music of the spheres
As well as childhood’s May-time moon!
Now He brings the Light in Darkness
Brighter than a moon in May,
Gives her voice the lilt of singing
To the Lord a joyful lay!
Brings her feet to stand in wonder
Brings the words in awesome power
It’s that little girl in her petticoat
In another day and hour.
Still she sings and dances wildly
When the Spirit wings His way,
To remind her of His mercy
And His love –and that it’s May!
Winds no longer bring their chill
Summer lingers in the wing;
Lovely May-time brings her cheer,
The Lord has given us His Spring!
Oh Time! I do salute you!
I have enjoyed your seasons kind,
And all the memories that you bring
To give me pleasure in my mind!
Thank you, Lord, for years I’ve had
And the memories that you bring!
Thanks for the dance of childhood!
The dance of Life! And Spring!
April 20, 2013
May is on our doorstep!