Supernatural night of light

It's snowing.  With my blinds up and the lights out, it almost seems like an all's right with the world kind of night.  But, all isn't right in our world.  Chaos surrounds all of us in one form or another.  A 9 year-old little girl, Jessica, is missing from her grandparents home in Florida.  Pope John Paul II is struggling for his life. Our troops are still in Iraq.  My daughter in Montana has a broken leg in two places and I'm in New Jersey.  How do we reckon with a troubled world let alone our own lives?  A continuing mystery for sure.  But, perhaps if we honor ourselves by living lives that reflect our passions and beliefs, we can make a difference.  Yesterday, I went into New York City to see The Gates.  You may have heard of them...the more than 7,000 gates, each 16 ft. tall, over the paths and walkways in Central Park.  In spite of the brisk 30 plus degrees temperature, a flood of people were bundled up, clicking cameras, and strolling the slopes and pathways under saffron panels beautifully billowing in the wind.  For the next few hours the child in me came out to play as I jumped and skipped along and tried to touch the hem of one of the pannels.  I walked over the Bow Bridge and sat daydreaming by the fountain on Bethesda Terrace, considered to be the center of Central Park.  Dusk came too soon and walking past Strawberry Fields onto 72nd Street on Central Park West, The Carlyle Hotel, with its ethereal architecture, stood in the distance.  Above the barren trees in the inky night a full moon shone over the Upper East Side.  All may not be right with the world but the reminder that God is in the heavens and still shedding His light over the world was my saving grace.  And my hope...Top Blond still taking the day...See you next time.