Amazing Moon

For the past week, it seems as if there has been the most amazing full moon shining down on Rochester. When I wake in the morning, it is full and bright against the dark velvet of the nighttime sky, lighting every bush and alley with sharp clarity. I watch with wonder as it morphs into a white silver disk fading into the daytime sky. Its full benevolent light continues to caress the city, twinkling with fairy tale promise as the day wiggles to life. It looks over my shoulder as I go about my business, suddenly appearing over the skyline as I drive carpool, jumping out from behind a building as I park on campus, rising unbidden from the marshy cattails nodding unconcernedly in the crevasses of the highway.

It is not the maple sugar moon of which I am so fond. The weather is out of sync this year, not cooperating with its own norms. Nor is it hiding as a winter moon is wont to do, masking its beauty in the clouds of snowstorms and blizzards. Considering the catastrophic conditions across the continent, I would think it should be blushing in shame at the devastation occurring in California, the torment on the east coast, the drowning of the Midwest. But it refuses to take any part of the blame and goes right on shining happily, bathing the world in the beauty of its light.

It is amazing, the clear light that helps me pick my steps homeward after a long Sunday shift in the library. It has been a day chock full of choirs and singing and preaching (I get asked to do that from time to time, and I don't mind really) and chime choir and writing and helping and walking and keeping order. I shall be happy for its company as I wend my way to Compline to nestle in the arms of Christ, to draw comfort from His words, to be uplifted by the song of the true Light.

Thank you, moon, for sharing. Stay as long as you like.