Through the traffic of summer (can you say "stopped on the freeway for 45 minutes?"), I finally made it to the cabin tonight, en route home. Just enough daylight left - and it is waning quickly! - to drop off a few items in the garage.
As I pull away, the pasture falls into green-gray shadow. I can almost feel the deer and coyotes watching from the wood. The eagle and turkey vultures have perched for the night. The owls are stirring. The grasses wave almost imperceptively in the darkening light.
I pull over the hill, the engine of the car echoing gently off the goldenrod-blanketed hill. There it was: a low, huge, velvety-orange-yellow moon; a huge soft cheese; a perfect circle of soft glow.
I sucked in my breath and stopped still. Prayers. Thanksgiving. Love. Perfect peace. God's calm breath. Beyond church; beyond worship.
A perfect union of God and creation. A moon-wish.
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