February 19, 2011
early in the morning
I realize it will be... just moments before it happens.
I have been following the moon for miles... from beautiful, bright and glowing to a mere translucent whisper in the sky. But the world is warming with the soft glow of sunshine with the softest rainbow-shadow hovering on the horizon. She has not yet shown her face, but the promise is there.
I turn the corner and notice the reflection in the mirror... the moon is now following me, and I let out a laugh. I continue on my way, and suddenly, the sun is risen. Her golden light chasing through the trees, gilding the morning. This is a gift. To see both moon and sun in one glance. The night behind me, the day before me. Beauty in both. In the same moment I wish for my camera, and know that this is not something to be captured... I simply need to etch it on my heart. So I keep on driving... wondering if the cars around me see what I see, or if they are trying to block the sun from their sight. I only allow a moment of grief for them... and though I drive on, I lift my face, just a bit, to the sun.
For seven miles... I thank Him for this gift. Beauty behind me, and the brightest future ahead. He tells me it is His promise. The brightest future is ours... eternally.