Thursday, May 9, 2013

The Echoes Return Slow

I lie
in the lean hours awake listening
to the swell born somewhere in
the Atlantic
rising and falling, rising and
wave on wave on the long shore
by the village that is without
and companionless. And the
thought comes
of that other being who is
awake, too,
letting our prayers break on him,
not like this for a few hours,
but for days, years, for eternity.

I can't tell you what a joy it was to look at a full moon over the village
and NOT be worried about the crazies that would be showing up in the ER
or the number of abuse cases we'd have that night!

It was simply a big gorgeous moon... over small signs of humanity...
and another symbol of Gods beauty and presence in the world.

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