The Moon...And It's Million Stories

 Millions thought about the moon this week, maybe for the first time in a long time.

I looked west tonight, a sliver of light shown just above the horizon, as if a giant eye, tired and heavy blinked a final time before drifting off to sleep.

The moon is like faith...it exists whether or not you can see it, whether or not you can feel its pull, as do the seas. It exists behind clouds, it exists as it hovers over the other side of the earth. It always exists.

Sometimes you see it.

Faith is there, even if you're not looking for it. It is omnipresent. At any given time half the planet can--if they look--see the it, while the other half remains in darkness.

We think about the moon only on certain occasions...when it's full on a cloudless night and it takes our breath away, when at noon day, when you see something in the sky, something white/gray and you realize it's the moon.

Faith can be seen, but not always with your eyes. It can be felt, like the tides to ocean currents. However, we cannot exist solely by always staring into the sky. We must live our lives which requires us to look down, look around, at others, at family, at ourselves. We simply do not have time to always watch the moon, but like faith, knowing it's there helps us to cope, overcome, survive. Because like faith...

The moon is always there.