TOUCHING  THE  MOON

I was standing there at the Smithsonian

National Air and Space Museum in

Washington, D.C. and I saw a piece

of the moon on display. Wow! I was

able to touch the moon. How about that?

We humans took home 840 pounds 
of the moon from our expeditions there. 
Along with millions of other people, I got a 
chance to touch a tiny sliver of the moon.

I got to touch a piece of the rock. It

triggered a million thoughts. 
Millions of rocks are everywhere: 
diamonds, parts of bridges, walls, 
homes, sidewalks. Then there were 
the rocks men were going to throw 
at that woman caught in adultery.

Jesus challenged them that day and

they dropped the rocks and walked away.

In the meanwhile, I guess I prefer a clear

black sky, a bright white moon, things
undisturbed, blessed assurance, looking
for calm in a Sea of Tranquility with peace

and beauty as the bedrocks of my mind.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2016
I took both pictures off the Internet,
the moon rock piece from the Smithsonian
Air and Space Museum Website.