Moonrise over the city

The moon looks incredible tonight, I’m transfixed… I know thousands of things have been written about the moon through the millennia, and tonight I understand why. It’s a pure white light. Whiter than all the whitest energy saving light bulbs out there, not even all the city lights that align the horizon can create as much light as this moon tonight. It’s a ghostlike sphere illuminating all the clouds that are scuttling past it, like they are too afraid to be near it for long, in case its yellow white heat were to keep them from their night’s sleep. The light is so penetrating that nothing can hide from it. The grey craters, soft shadows of dirt caught on the glass globe of the moon, seem to beckon to all the werewolves to come out and howl; as the white light forces the vampires to stay in their coffins or face the penetration of death by moonlight.

I stare at the awesome sight, unable to pull my eyes away from the glory that moves in its own course, unaffected by man, its pattern sure and true for the centuries gone and even the years before that. How can people not believe in a higher power? As we live, eat, breathe and sleep beneath such awesome beauty, such power that was not created by man. We walk above masses of lava; we exist on recycled air where the plants that manufacture it for us never complain. We drink of the water that has cycled itself for as long as the moon has cycled in space, the earth has spun, the sun has shone and lava has settled for us to walk on. One large beach ball in the sky moving with the ebb and flow of eternity, above electrical lights that are only the distant relatives of a great grandparent less than a couple of decades old… small humans have taken so long to capture what nature offers so freely, then man gloats with the belief that it was all his idea. Such arrogance crawling the earth and such majesty floating so very high above it, embedded so far beneath it…

I sit and I stare at the sphere that illuminates the world. The bright ball in the sky that shines beams from on high, touching places on the earth I can only imagine; caressing buildings, monuments and mountains I can only dream of. Man is so small, so very small next to the centuries that evolve before and beyond him; next to the strength under our feet and the majesty that pulses in the heartbeats of every creature blessed to be a part of the wonder of life, so much greater, and in more glory, than we could ever comprehend…