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|Feb 21, 2013||Old Man and the Moon|
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Title: Old Man and the Moon
Date: February 21, 2013
Old Man Jack stood with his son, Don, on the porch of Jack’s summer home overlooking Maine’s Damariscotta River, watching the full moonrise over Bristol Neck. Jack said, “Watching the moon rise here makes me wistful.”
“Why?” asked Don.
“How many summer moon rises will you see? How many full moon rises will you be standing on this porch? If you are standing here, how many will rise on a clear night? How many full moon rises will you see in your lifetime from this vantage point, from any vantage point, standing anywhere on this earth? Not many. So I savor each one, knowing each full moon I see is one of few I will ever see, and each full moon I see brings me closer to the last full moon I’ll see, and taken together, all the beautiful moons I see measure the passing of my life.”
There is a time to every purpose under heaven, the poet tells us. A time to be born, a time to die, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to speak and a time to keep silent.
Let’s Pray: Dear God, there’s a time for everything and everything is limited in time, especially human life. Thanks for the time we have here. May the many moons we spend alive allow us time to dance, and mourn, sow and reap, laugh and weep. May our lives be fully lived with beauty before our setting comes. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: A time for everything under heaven.