Early in the day, the moon slips quietly down below the horizon. At night she is the great lantern that reigns over us. We stop for a moment in the cold street to bow to her. As the sun lightens up the dark sky, she fades and timidly slips down to the horizon.
Here comes the day, the sun, light, the bustle of the work day. Over and over again, the moon waxing and waning, the sun blazing or hiding in clouds. How often do we tell time or direction by these two? Hardly ever, but they never forsake us . Just this morning they looked at each other, greeted each other and went about their eternal business.