There’s a road I like to drive down on nights when my mind is too full and my heart is too restless. The moon watches me as I pursue my nightly escapes, her soft light hanging above me like a sentient guardian. Out of the corner of my eye, I meet the moon’s gaze and marvel at her ever-changing beauty. Further and further I go, until I hang left at my favorite street and begin the ascent along the quiet, winding road where no one ever seems to venture. It’s flanked by wildflower fields and trees on one side, and remote farm houses on the other, and above me looms the most beautiful, unobstructed view of the night sky.
In these moments, I ask aloud my questions to God, and I sometimes feel His answers in the passionate pulse of the stars. My poems often write themselves when I come here, stray verses weaving through the fabric of my imagination like sentient thread. The rhythmic heartbeat of my car on the smooth country road, paired with the bewitching beauty of the moonlit sky, takes me to a state of pure captivation night after night. In these moments, I remember so clearly that my heart’s deepest, truest needs can always be answered by wandering into the heart of nature and its perplexing mysteries. God’s voice is an ever-living current running through every beautiful aspect of His creation, and His signs feel endlessly vivid on the quiet nights I go out in search of Him. He is so generous in the light He offers to anyone who seeks Him.
x r
Lilac Muse 