For a good while, I had been looking forward to seeing the famous November moon over the rabbit patch. Last night, I planned a very simple supper, all because of the grand event. I started watching the sky, determined to see the moon rise over the field. I was going to stand in the shine and lift my prayers. I had some wishes and dreams to tell the world, too. What I got was one more lesson on faith.
At first, I thought the moon was just running late. The field behind the old barn was dark-and so was the sky. Clouds had settled in and showed no sign of hurry. They brought with them, a hush, much like the snow does. I heard a single leaf fall now and then. I kept looking where the moon ought to be. Surely, the brightest moon in the last thirty years could shine through the dense clouds covering the big dipper-and the dog stars too. I couldn’t see Venus either. The sky did have an odd, faint brightness about it. I could not see the moon, but I knew it was there. I saw evidence of its’ presence . Somehow, that was enough.
Tonight, the moon rose over the rabbit patch. The big dipper and the dog stars did too. Venus made a pine look like a Christmas tree. The field, when bathed in moon light looked almost holy-and to me it was. It was all the evidence of Things not seen, that I need.
I made my way back to the farm house in the company of the wild kitten-who at last, has a name. Wouldn’t you know- I named him ” Moon Shine”.