Moon Over My Arky

People are on the move today, traveling from distant spots to experience the solar eclipse in real time. This convergence of world events happening alongside the eighth day of National Poetry Month 2024 would be (for some) an ideal opportunity to commemorate. Perhaps there are hundreds (thousands?) of poets waxing eloquent about the waxing (and waning) of the moon. Not me.

As a helpful tool for people unable to travel directly into the darkened path, NASA has provided a virtual map. In our local area, the main thoroughfares have posted warnings prohibiting parking on the shoulders during the eclipse, so it would seem there’s an expectation of multiple misdemeanor law-breakers early this afternoon. (I wonder if troopers will be so distracted by the eclipse they’ll forget to hand out tickets?)

I’m curious but also a confirmed non-traveler for this particular event. My experience will be enhanced simply by remaining at home.

Image by Dave Davidson from Pixabay

I like that there are home school families using the eclipse as a hands-on science lesson. A student who witnesses astronomy in action (as it were) will probably remember it better than just reading the descriptions provided in a textbook. I think that’s an educational approach to encourage.

Also, I understand the impulse to justify a party and gather for the event – i.e. travel to Little Rock to experience four minutes of darkness at midday! An eclipse is interesting and doesn’t happen often.

As I was reflecting on travel today, another journey (and a related poem) came to mind. In the parables of Jesus, one tale is often referred to as The Prodigal Son (Luke 15:11-32). The New International Version (NIV) titles the passage The Parable of the Lost Son, while the New English Translation (NET) calls it The Parable of the Compassionate Father.

I find it helpful to read the Bible using various translations. And I’m aware the passage titles (as with chapter breaks) aren’t original material. Still in this case, I appreciate the change of focus. These titles offer a contrast of two unique points of view, father and son. The passage in Luke depicts men groping the uncertain turns of life, sometimes in the dark.

A Son’s Journey, a sonnet

I have been a prodigal in my own life. Whether actual or virtual, all of us are on a journey. This sonnet offers a view of what the end should be:  seeking our Heavenly Father and Home.

 

2 thoughts on “Moon Over My Arky

  1. We all walk our journeys and like the prodigal, there is One who will never leave nor forsake His child.

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