Monday, June 1, 2020 The Moon of Peace and Riots

I went outside last night before going to bed. There was a warm breeze blowing and the darkness was utterly peaceful and quiet. I looked up and saw the moon frisking about in the sky with the clouds as they went by. As usual, I grabbed my camera, and as usual, I discovered just how hard it is to get a good photo of the moon at night. I deleted most of them and kept the least hideous to share here.

This moon over my peaceful street was the same moon that was looking over the streets of havoc and destruction, of violence and looting just north of us in the city of my birth — streets that I know well. I cannot comprehend it. I felt uneasy, fearful, agitated. So I prayed and looked up at that luminous moon, remembering the Moon Maker. “Be still and know that I am God.”

Kyrie eleison.
Lord have mercy.

I’ll probably delete this in the morning.