As I write this morning, a nearly full moon peers down at me from between the branches of the white mulberry and the maple. It is beautiful and silent, hanging up there in the sky as it has done for who knows how many years, faithfully doing what it was assigned to do and looking serene and lovely and intriguing, all in one.
March is winding down and soon a new month will be upon us. A month in which there will doubtless be changes, some abrupt, some gradual, some to our liking and some not. But the moon will continue and nature will enter a new season, right along as God ordained it.
It’s the people, down here on planet earth, who get in a turmoil and try to change nature and rush hither and yon, busy and harried and rushed. I hope I can keep just a bit of the serenity I see in this early morning sky as I go about my day, remembering the eternal and the mysterious–the things we can count on that don’t change at all.
Photo by Missy Day Albrecht
People think they can change Nature, but the sun and the moon will still remain no matter what.
Right. Nature will have the last word.