I do so like orange moons.
I was looking at the moon this month in it rising after my chores on the northeast corner of my world, and it was quite pretty in being framed there on the horizon of gnarled brush of trees and little hamlets of nothing which matted only to those in them.
Orange moons mean things.
They mean that the atmosphere has dust in it. It means that my prayers are being answered for a warm dry winter.
Oh yes, it was I who prayed to God two years ago that when He recompenses that would it not be as good to have too much rain than a drought.
Yes all those bumper crops and money harvests all that moisture provided never tithed a dime to me, and those rich bottom dwellers who flooded out by Obama's water hording, are all just a thing of intercession in keeping America from drought........or it was.
I saw the full moon a few days previous and it was white and blue. I dislike those moons as they mean the worst of things in winter in they are a corpse moon to me, in they bring death in violent cold and snows which are cleansing the skies of dirt.
It is why most summer moons are white as the rains wash the sky.
But I love my harvest moon in December, even if it portends to a reality that America has now been in a 5 month drought. Yes there have been "snows" and storms, but you do not see the pattern God generated for a cold dry winter in the west, and the thing stupid Americans have never figured out is you just can not turn off and on the water.
The plains are amusing that way, in they are always the last rain away from a severe drought.
You probably have forgotten that most of America was the Great American Desert before God planted a Christian people here and they peopled it with Churches to God's Glory and He made the weather serene and the people prospered.
That is no longer the case as storms now attack cities and entire regions are voided of their most prosperous things.
I do so love the orange moon, and worry not that next year the same people will be crying for rain if this drought sets in to a decades long condition as took place in the 1970's in America.
You have forgotten all of this like you have forgotten God in your dabbling in sodom.
A warm dry winter with a flow of storms into the Ohio and east coast which will mean nothing.
You cared not when you had your fun as others suffered in winter chill for so many years. Winter snows that brought you food and prosperity, while they suffered in death.
The December harvest moon, what shall she harvest in mid June?
What shall she harvest there?
What is the rising of setting moon, what shall she harvest far too soon?
Pretty moon dawning fair.
Pretty moon dawning night Pretty moon in plain sight.
What is he rising of setting moon, what is this dance of this December tune?
What shall she harvest there?
The December harvest moon, what shall she harvest in ides of June?
agtG 320Y wed to it
Still no tithes in Job's cries, only spider spies and more lies
Think the kitty with the silver spoon
Catches not the cradle soon
Tiger tiger burning bright, your stripes change not in God's sight
You wish you may, you wish you might, face the book in black and white
Still no tithes in Job's cries, still gold buys as Judgment nighs
The devil's club in sinful whirl
I warned you not to touch the girl
