I love sunrises and sunsets. I love star gazing and watching the brightness of a full moon pierce a midnight sky and humbly say “Wow!”
On Saturday, April 22, which ironically was the celebration of Earth Day, I began opening up the blinds to the windows facing East. I looked up and saw the last phase of the moon still visible, yet so close to the direction of where the sun was beginning to rise. Huh?
I have never seen the moon this close to the trajectory of where the rising sun was going to travel in the morning sky, so I took a few snapshots, although the presence of the moon was beginning to fade in the background. I have no scientific explanation of this celestial placement, although I know the sun and the moon are nowhere near each other. As I quickly took to pen and paper, I had to stop. It was as if a force made me halt when I walked outside.
I breathed in the sights, smells, sounds, flavors and textures of this new day. In my silence I heard many types of birds singing their little hearts out, the splash of ducks playing in the water behind our house, geese squawking as they flew overhead, strands of newly woven webs glistened in the morning light, new buds on my rosebush were readying themselves to burst open at any moment now, a new leaf began to emerge, stretching upward on one of my banana trees and the nonchalant curiosity of squirrels doing what they typically do was happening in my backyard. I saw circles rippling through the water where fish were wading below its surface.
For a moment, I briefly thought about what I was going to do today on Earth Day, and quickly realized that I was already doing what the flora and fauna, the birds, insects and other critters did every day. Creation doesn’t need a special day to celebrate what it is, in all of its beauty. For this I am glad. For this, I say “Wow!”
The one thing that does pain me is our blatant human disregard for the very thing we are the caretakers for, and that is for all of Creation. We are to protect her, because she will flourish and provide for us accordingly. So often I wonder, when weapons of mass destruction (nuclear, assault weapons and terroristic bombs) are deployed, has it not occurred to everyone involved that there is a ripple effect that reverberates from the point of contact, no matter how far away it may be? Its demolition scope of travel through the air and within the earth absorb the shock, and can spread throughout the earth like a wildfire.
What are we doing to the world? What have we done? These simple thoughts come to me from simply looking up this morning and witnessing the final phase of the moon so close to the full effects of the rising sun. For this late breaking moment, there is nothing else to say, except “Wow!“