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

falling

wave on wave on the long shore

by the village that is without

light

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.

R.S.Thomas

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.