Tolkien said ”Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars”. He wasn’t wrong.
Even the clouds could not block out the light of the full moon here. Though rain was predicted, it did not appear, and by morning the clouds and rain had settled in, but before midnight, the light was so bright I could have read by it. It cast shadows long and black, inky against the grey ground. Spring in Pennsylvania is sure to bring storms. ”Strong thunderstorms” the weatherman said. But the ridges here make their own weather, and often confound the weathermen…and even the meteorologists (who are not necessarily the same). This weekend is a lunar eclipse, it must have been a terrifying sight to early civilizations, but nowadays people travel long distances to see them. If the skies are clear enough, I should have a grand view from my front garden. One thing is for sure though. The moon will be there, and the stars and sun too. Above all clouds, above the smokes and vapors of our earthly conflicts, above the strife and the fury, those bodies which were set to shed a heavenly light on our earthly plane, will still be there, reminding us that we are both small and large, singular and universal. God’s children, both fallen and beloved. I am content.
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