Saturday, February 3, 2007

My dearest God,

The long dark shadows stretched from house and trees in the full moon light. I couldn't help but stand at my window looking out. Ominous, intriguing, beautiful.

A full moon brings new light each rotation. Perched in the sky it creates reflections of all kinds. No artificial lighting needed. When lights are dimmed inside, the outside radiates an eerie glow.

I love looking out from my bed, seeing the twilight hover. And I love waking up, the same scene at my window. It's perfect. The full moon provides a perfect picture.

I once lived in California. There were really only two seasons - summer and winter. And winter was really fall. I missed the other seasons, the distinctive preview of change and transformation. Green turning to gold and gold to brown and finally stark, bare trees. New buds suddenly popping where the long winter had kept branches at bay. This cycle of life gives me reason to breathe each new day.

The plan of the universe captures me daily. The pendulum rocking back and forth, one season then the next, a full moon, a new moon, and then a sliver. (Don't know if that's the sequence) Sunlight and dark night. The daily rhythms hold me close to the earth, reminding me that God remains constant while everything else changes. I feel a delight glee as I awaken to the new, unfolding day.

Nothing is boring! I remember moments when my children would say to me, "B O R I N G!" A chant really. Boring? How could life be boring? Dull? Inconceivable to me. Walk outside, or to another room, or around the block. Look around. Lean down. Study the teeny microcosm in the grass. Gaze into the sky. Watch for signs of life, dogs yipping, children playing, birds singing, the trees swaying in the wind. Lay down close to the ground. Let the clouds reveal their mysterious message. Feel the soft, green grass in your fingers. Smell the flowers or even hold the dormant seeds left behind in Autumn. Life is a constant reflection of God's purpose at work. With an exploring mind, a willing soul, and a lust for adventure, the human spirit can live a lifetime in 24 hours.

Reminders, constant reminders of God's loving presence, sometimes menacing, at other times a brilliant display of majesty. For the spirit that bends to the tune of a higher power, life will never disappoint.

Majestic God,
the long, dark shadows
cry out to me.
Objects of beauty
stretching, stretching, stretching
until I can reach out and touch them.
Your outstretched fingers
touch mine.
And I know
that I know
that I know
I have touched God.
Or rather that
God has touched me.
Life is full.

Always yours, Andrea