Early in the morning, I looked out the kitchen window with only the tiniest hint of light in the early sky. But no, off to the right of this scene, the clouds hanging in the sky were like a stage curtain, scarcely able to contain the light from behind, which was bright white, toned down by the film of clouds hanging in-front of this light source.
One might have considered this a sunrise scene. But no. It was the moon moving behind a layer of clouds so close to the horizon. I ran for my camera, found it and returned. Alas, the clouds were moving in one direction and the moon in another. The moment had escaped me. Yet etched in my memory is the reminder of how God creates blessings each day for those of us willing to look for them.
The shot that I did snap was equally beautiful as rose tones were rising above the horizon and the morning light was lighting up the western skies. Another, but entirely different, beauty to behold.
I forget how vast this country is, how rapidly the topography changes as we speed down the highway I forget within this vastness lays great variety of how daily living plays out None better, simply different.
I forget how our forefathers struggled to inhabit this land and how the cruelties of climate, geography and wild elements challenged them
I forget how close to the land my own ancestors lived; myself preferring to live in the realms of books and travel
I forget the value of the farmland, as I suspect many who live in an urban environment have similar remissions of thought
I fear that collectively we have forgotten how much we need each other Those in the rural farmlands Those in the denser urban areas Those who work the land Those who study intellectual matters Those who perform manual labor Those who design and build Those who teach Yes, collectively we need each other
While traveling, I’m reminded of my life Of how blessed I am Of the family and many friends Who have enriched me and contribute to how rich my life is
News continues to bombard me I suspect others might say they forget the stories of their youth I forget the stories where people fought and sacrificed To create the freedoms I consider part of my life No one tells those stories anymore
What important truths or stories have been pushed out of your mind? Please feel free to share your thoughts.
Journey to the Heights 