Last night, leaving a trail of tidiness I wandered through our home picking up the detritus of the day; fluffing pillows; corralling errant books and newspapers; a ritual of leaving each room how I would like to find it in the morning; finally turning out the small lamp in the living room. I don’t enjoy walking past dark rooms. I leave this tiny light burning for myself and those travelers driving down our country road. This beacon that gives our home a warm, welcoming look in the dark night.
Last night, as I turned off this last lamp the room filled with a silvery light. An enormous full moon. It drew me out and in the country dark the moon rays glistened on the white flower garden and shimmered on a lace of cobwebs in the grass. I looked up and across the heavens as background to the full moon – the stars. I thought of these words . . .
“If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and preserve for many generations the remembrance of the City of God which had been shown. But every night come out these envoys of beauty and light the universe with their admonishing smile.”
(Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803 – 1882, from “Nature and Selected Essays”