Amazing Moon

It was pasted against the pale morning sky when I left the house in the early morning, a ceremonial geisha in its delicate thinness, ignoring our un-February like weather, insisting that we should be howling wolfishly for an end of winter's leanness.

It glowed against the blue blackness of the night sky when I drove home late at night, bleary eyed from reading too many of the ancient fathers and positioning their words against the currents of our era. Has it changed at all in the eons since Martin Luther pushed his Thesis into the crack of Romanism, thrusting it into the cavity of Reform?

Has it watched silently as earthlings slowly increased their pace of life from a walk to jet propulsion, from story telling to videography, from simplicity to complexity? We are drawn as moths to its welcome light, our blood surging in rhythm to its gravitational situation, our spirits elevated by its height and ethereality.

It cares nothing for the important things of 2009, its nonchalance not so minded by those who stop to take it in tonight, wide eyed in wonder at the brightness, the fullness, the perfection of its craggy orb. I think the patterns on its face have changed since I moved back north. Perhaps it is I who have changed. I take more time to appreciate such beauty, knowing I am in excellent company alongside Galileo, Michelangelo, Catherine of Sienna, Johannes Brahms, Beethoven and other eminent remarkers on life and love.

Ah, tonight I gaze in awe as it climbs high into the nighttime sky, shrinking with every inch it ascends until the magic hugeness recedes into a quiet globe, watching over the earth with paternal care. Yes, the moon is in its proper place and all is right with the world. Good night, moon. I will sleep tight while you watch for the coming of day.