From the Amazon to the Moon

Hi tomers.
It seems that maybe our trip to the Amazon might be best if saved for a different day. We are busy with big changes in our life, new places and uncharted territory. Very much like an Amazonian adventure. Whether it is moving to a new home, or welcoming a new person into a home, or figuring out how to make a house a home, or figuring out how to cope with a threat to life, or figuring out what our purpose in life - it is these journeys that take us off the map and often into the dark... where we have to look inside. We have to reach out for help. We have to turn on other senses - we have to use our guts, our wits, our instincts, our faith. We don't always know what to do or if what we do decide to do is close or way off the mark... but we still have to decide... and those decisions often feel - often are - leaps of faith. Steps with no certainty of solid ground underneath us.

So here is a poem for us to discuss. A poem on the moon by Carl Sandburg from the book Harvest Poems 1910-1960.

Under the Harvest Moon

Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusck
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.