I took a little stroll last evening, before the night’s programming began. I needed some fresh air. I wanted the crickets and birdsong to whisper in my ears. I mostly just wanted to move and pray.
One last program for the day and then I could go home.
That period of time between what should be the end of a normal person’s work day and the start of the evening round is long and wearing on my spirit. Once I begin the evening work, I’m fine.
Back to my stroll. I wandered around the parking lot, taking in the evening sounds. Just above the tree line, appeared a 5/8 full moon and my imagination was piqued:
Soft as a pearl
Name of Earl
In front of whom
Round like an orb
Name of Norb
Thick as a sponge
That will absorb…
Neither sponge nor pearl
Will fly or swirl
or who’s to say
in light of day?
Is it he or she
Or neither nor they?
The moon just glows
And goes and goes…
Got to say, I felt like I was channeling Dr. Seuss or Ogden Nash perhaps.
Okay, I’m not that good…but my mind was churning through the day by playing poetry games.
And once the silliness floated to the top, I could skim it like cream and what remained was clear:
And the Name of God is far from me
Is it he or she?
Both or they?
My box wants to hold you O God,
But this moon
This pearlescent partial orb of glowing light
In movement going and going
Across the sky
Reminds me and prods me
To say thank you
The crickets serenade this prayer moment
And the cars bringing the evening meeting people
Are traveling and parking on this lot.
I say here we go.