It's late, Been a LOOONG day. Long night, too, of celebrating Jim's 50th Birthday--Brain checked out hours ago--I should officially be off duty and yet I wander through the Grove turning off the little push-lights in the Japanese lanterns.
Conrad is a mathematician--diametrically confused by my world vision. He's somehow astonished that I equate 6 with full moons with infinity, yet high fives me for celebrating a heap of prime numbers when I face-plant into them. But 6 was the number (albeit hours ago) of the Japanese lanterns strewn throughout the grove like fireflies on steroids. And Japanese lanterns are the realm of uncle Angus, whose poetic, arboreal soul succumbed several years ago to ALS, aka Lou Gherig's Disease.
Conrad leaves, guests leave, headlights dissappearing down the driveway drowned out by our own residual lightshow. Relatives wander upstairs and still the lanterns glow on. And as I brace against the unexpected July chill amongst the ancient oaks, I flashback to dousing the lights... 3 years before? more?
Liz saying, "You'll be a light-bearer at our wedding," and God kinda taking over from there. It's been a wild ride.
Brightening light. Illumination of a reality infinitely deep and vast.
I turn off the lanterns and head to bed.
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Wow. I'd forgotten about that. God ROCKS.
ReplyDeleteYup, where rockin's concerned He's the Original and the Best! In addition to being ominicient, omnipresent and omnipotent, does this mean he's also omniraucous?
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