The Shadow of Fellowship

As millions looked up, at this strange and wonderful marvel that was this Great American Eclipse, a silent revery fell over the land. Visually and spiritually beautiful in a way that is incomparable and therefor undefinable. But the strangest of the event was one I was not looking for, one I hadn’t heard in others accounts of their brush with totality. It wasn’t the dimming of the light or darkening of the sky. It wasn’t the brisk unfettering of heat, the crescent pattern on the forest floor, or the cacophony of twilight insects and bird. It wasn’t the shadow bands that brushed across the trees or the whisping vapors of light that danced around the edges of the moon.
It started as a hum in the days leading up and then burst out in the wake the moon’s shadow had cast across the land.
It was a silent force in the people.
It was harmony.
It was a moment- where all life was together in awe.
Where all people simultaneously looked to the sky in wonder, instead of at each other in hate. News headlines were rampant with excitement and common ground, instead of fear and intolerance. For some hours, we were all equals.
The dust of cosmic grandeur had settled onto our souls.
This short splendid lunar event embodied more commitment to the principles of our founding fathers in two and a half minutes than we the people have been able to in two and half centuries.
May every person havebreathed in deep this primordial atmosphere of communion and that they let it linger in their lungs; slowly exhaling only this hymn as they speak to one another. That the wake of this shadow of fellowship ripples out from here and across this divided world which we all call home.
special thanks to Brandon and Lindsay for your helpful inspiration