Children Of The Moon
The moon was full and bright.
Everything along the road was bathed in the vapor whiteness. I wondered what stark white image I cast back in the moon’s gleaming glow, as I moved around the curves, early in the pre-dawn hours. It seemed as though the moon was guiding me to my morning destination, like a north star. During this journey, the memory of a sunset at a tee pee camp for children, came snapping forward, like on a view master clicking to the next picture. I remembered my children of the moon.
All of us wee campers took a walk down to the spring to watch the fading sun. We where up on a hill that over looked an open farm field. The sun was colorful as always on its decent down. But when the sun had finally faded, we turned ourselves to the East, toward the spring and the woods.
Each child could be heard sucking in their breathe with surprise and awe when they saw the moon. It appeared bigger than the sun, rising behind the trees, silhouetting the landscape in black. We all agreed, the moon was beautiful, and then remained silent until the rising was complete.
We walked back to our campsite totally touched by the grace of the moon and blessed its glow for lighting our path on the way back to our tee pee lodges and campfire. We then realized that out of the darkness, the Creator can give us such wonderful light.
They say that out of the darkness, light will grow.
Growing up as a child is not easy, especially these days when peer pressure is at their front door step at the age of two! So as all children, these young campers where thrilled over the experience of the moon. They all felt the magic.
For those who were shy, they where laughing and sharing with others. Some who were overbearing, were easing up on their behavior. For those who had heavy thoughts on their hearts, were opening up themselves that week end and feeling lighter in spirit.
At the end of the second night of camping, we all gathered around the camp fire, and the images I saw casting back to me were children beaming with new inner growth. To me their faces became bright lighted moons. They become children of the moon!