Saturday, October 7, 2006

Dear God,

It was 3 something in the morning when I got up to go to the bathroom. Getting out of bed I noticed a glow in the bedroom. I walked over to the window and gazed upon a beautiful scene. Snow covered the ground. The bushes and flowers were a hazy white color. It snowed last night, I thought. A celebrator of the first snowfall of the year, I was surprised to see it. I hadn't heard it was coming.

A closer look puzzled me. Nearly in a perfect circle under our maple tree, the ground was green, a few colored leaves here and there. I looked around and noticed the same thing under other trees. Pondering, I realized there was no snow, rather the full moon had sent its rays to earth creating an eerie glow.

I remembered the moonglow in the desert canyon of New Mexico. It was a haunting kind of beauty, one that took my breath away. Strolling down the path in the early morning hours before sunrise, I didn't need a light for my way. I'm amazed I didn't stumble because I was circling around, with my eyes fixed on the moonbeams shining on the multi-colored stone. What a majestic view!

The earth is full of surprises. When I think I have seen it all, I realize how much I have not seen at all. Such grace fills me with humility as I imagine God painting the cosmos, bringing color, texture, and elegance to the creatures of the universe to honor and appreciate. It is one of the qualities of God I most adore.

My sleepiness caused me to see an illusion; my mind jumped to conclusions. It was one of those times when majesty and mystery came together, offering one of God's miracle secrets. I could have missed it, sleeping until the day dawned. But the gentle whisper of night stirred me and I awakened to see God standing at my window.

Majesty, mystery, and miracle,
holy secrets of God
disclosed day in and day out.
Most of the time
we are not privy
to their reality.
Yet, in the quiet moments
God is found,
discovered by those
whose hearts are opened,
whose spirits wait,
whose souls seek
the Sacred.

Eternally yours, Andrea