THUNDER~LIGHTENING~RAIN

And

THE SMALL WHITE MOTH

It started with flashes of light - growing and building, stronger in might. The thunder rolled through the mountains and then came the drenching rains. The sky opened up - the rain so hard, more like the drenching of a natural waterfall.

The sky became brighter - flashes here and there, no coincidence, I thought, for this natural display could never compare, to that which is simply man made. A powerful display of might and force and nature's great beauty to celebrate this day of independence but perhaps not.

Maybe to remind us of true independence and strength and spirit and might. The thunder roaring - the lightening so bright so powerful - so strong, the rains drenching the trees, the woods, the grasses touching every living being with the might of its cleansing, its natural purification of all which belong - connected in spirit. A Mother Earth song.

To remind us. Remind us - yes - for there in the light, through the might of the storm, a delicate white moth fluttered in the light. No matter how strong the rain, nor the thunderbeings, that delicate white moth continued on, determination to goal-never deterred.

That delicate white moth despite all odds, determined to accomplish the goal it foresaw - the attraction to the light its only sight. Spirit is light and so we are drawn to the White Light of Spirit and the strenght of the storm. Our independence can come, and will be just, if we only reach within and touch the Spirit and trust.

If we see that delicate little white moth and see despite its size, its obstacles, its determination to win - to get to the light even if death may be its end. But the little white moth is determined to the end and shows mighty warriors and women and men that we can be free - we can be equal - we can be as connected as we are meant to be, if only we reach out to the Spirit we see.

The rains stopped. The light lessened and the sound became more muted. Off to the northwest, through the thick trees, I could see a sliver of light from the fourth day of the new moon's birth. A sliver of yellow and orange and white, reminded me of the moons to come and the gift which had been given, from this summernight storm's natural delight.

The lesson of the delicate white moth and the reminder of the Great Spirit within us in all ways we walk.

Svhyeyi Aga
Evening Rain
Cherokee
July 4, 2000 10:07 p.m. est ©

Index

Revised October 27, 2002