On the road I see a menagerie of people, homes on wheels
and their accumulated possessions.
Some like large toys, power boats, jeeps, quads, dune
buggies.
Some downsize to motorcycles, scooters, kayaks, canoes,
bicycles and the like.
Some live small and savor a few meager possessions,
content with day-to-day necessities.
Most crave what can’t be hitched, strapped or towed.
The adrenaline rush of “movin’ on” to sights yet unseen.
Sunrises that explode with promise and hints of a today
that will prove to be more fulfilling than yesterday.
Sunsets that sync with moonrise and even though
scientists say no “life” exists on these two celestial bodies, one can faintly
hear a whisper pass between them as one disappears out of sight and the other
rises to take its place.
What one chooses to do between these sunrises and sunsets
is totally up to them.
But I encourage you to step back a moment as the day
begins and as the shift from day to evening unfolds and think about the power
of these “dead” orbs.
The flaming ball of fire that makes life possible on this
pea of a planet.
The shape-shifting lunar body that looks so docile yet
controls the ebb and flow of our ocean’s tides.
Sometimes the most powerful forces are the most silent
and the most ignored.
Each morning I thank the sun as it peeks over the horizon
for His warmth and brilliance.
Each evening I thank the moon for Her beauty and peaceful
glow.
And they respond by returning.
And I am grateful.
