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Thursday, 15 December 2011

The Eye of God

Never again will I regard the moon with the same detachment.

Walking back with the dog in the early morning gloom at 7.30, I noticed, not the sunrise, but the moon trying to break through a cloud-strewn sky. Moisture laden clouds created a ring round the moon when it eventually did emerge, and then they arranged themselves so that the moon appeared to be the iris of an eye in the sky.

I know it was the moon and clouds.

But it gave me a glow as I thought of it as the eye of God, looking down on me with love and joy.

I look back at him with growing love and awe.

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