'Under The Moon Love Comes Around' Abstract painting by T. Ralph Taylor, UK |
Let me share a lovely Wisdom Story
The moon was alone one evening, shining in the midnight sky. Although she was surrounded by myriads of tiny, sparkly stars, she felt as if there was no one to understand her. She eagerly searched the skies for a friend, perhaps a meteor, with whom to discuss the joys and sorrows of her life. But there was nobody.
On
the other side of the world, the sun yawned and awoke to shine his
light upon the blue-green temples of God. He heard the call to
worship, and saw the waves of people bowing and praying. He felt full
of good will and charity towards the masses of God’s servitors.
Perhaps they were not holy, but at least they were faithful.
The
moon stayed alone, suspended in the sky with none to touch her. A
tiny star whispered to her of a great being, the sun, who brought joy
and light to the world. She listened with interest, for it seemed
that once, a long time ago, she had seen a being such as this.
Beautiful as he was, the sun seemed always just beyond her reach. She
would visit the places where he had been, and would always find that
he had just left. Those who knew him spoke of his wonder and his
glory, and she felt unworthy to be in his presence.
Now
the sun was unaware of her yearning, for he was too busy making the
crops grow and warming the world. Those who wished his light had only
to look upward to heaven and he was there, beaming down upon them.
The
moon continued to follow the sun, always coming nearer to him, always
hearing that he had just left that portion of the sky, or was just
over the next mountain range. Where before there was despair, now she
was ever more hopeful, for she knew that she was approaching his
presence.
She
came closer and closer, until one glorious day came when she stood
before him, naked and unafraid. The world looked up and saw only
blackness – in the middle of the day. But the moon stood mid-way
between the sun and the earth, and all of his glory was for her.
His
light blotted out all of her loneliness, all of her pain, all of her
past. She stood bathed in wonder before him, and his light filled her
soul.
She
passed away from him full of light and joy, and though his light was
too bright to remember, it was also too powerful to forget. She was
dizzy with wonder. As time passed, it seemed that she once had been a
being full of light, yet it was so long ago!
Think of the moon and sun as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and almost always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the world stares in awe of their eclipse.
Have a lovely day and moonlit night
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