I went into my kitchen and grabbed my cup of coffee. Yes, my coffee, a moments distraction from the depressive thoughts that fill my mind. I've been feeling very sad. Saddened by recent events in our world where the forces of nature have caused such unimaginable grief, unbearable pain for mankind and the precious creatures of our fragile planet. I needed to get out, out of the kitchen, out of the house and down the steps. So off I went, coffee in hand, up the slope to the back of my garden. Time for a few fleeting moments of gentle reflection amongst the serenity of whispering wind through creaking trees.
I strolled to the top of the garden and looked upon yon further field. It was early evening at the end of a perfect sunny day. And above the horizon was that beacon of hope. Twas the upcoming night of the supermoon.
With my cup of coffee grasped firmly in hand
I look to the skies to understand
Ah, tis the night of the supermoon
And I listen so closely to nature's tune
Supermoon grasp my heart
Tell me our world is not torn apart
And through the denseness of thicket bush, I saw so clearly that supermoon.
And the supermoon cast its glowing light upon a darkened world.
I was back inside and I gazed upon the supermoon. A moon that was making its nearest approach to our delicate planet in eighteen years.
I sat there alone and had another coffee for one. I thought about the children with tears in their eyes. 'What has happened to mummy?' 'Where is daddy?' I thought about the little old lady, bemused and confused, as she wandered through the rubble that was once her home. I thought of those who are cold, scared and huddled together in temporary shelter. Devastation, trauma, grief and heartbreak, beyond my wildest comprehension. I think of those who lives have been shattered by the shaking of earth and swirling sea. And I think of those who've known nothing in their lives but the ravages of war. And I cry.