spiritual

Today, the sun mastered the whole of the sky.  From its rising bed, it gathered clouds into its strength and sent them outward as children of its light.  Peach, gold and deep grey, the clouds stretched and scattered and spanned the whole horizon. They pushed back the dome of the sky and filled it all at once.  They shouted and rejoiced without saying a word; they worshiped, and then they rained.

Tonight, the moon neighbored the earth.  It knelt low and rested there.  Like tarnished silver, softly shadowed, it hung.  It waited for a time, and watched.  It listened to the music of an ordinary evening.  And silently, as evening drew on, it retreated-- once again into the rafters, a spotlight raised upon the play in progress below.  

 A full day has passed, pregnant with a breathless pause.  Moment has reclaimed her weight; Instant has broken open.  Both are beyond our grasp.  Both are held by bigger hands.  I am grateful.

"spiritual"

pat metheny & charlie haden