A Shared Moment Across Time

"I paused on the threshold, I turned to the sky"...Emily Bronte wrote these words in 1838, and last night, when I stepped outside and had to pause on my own threshold, instantly turning in amazement to the sky that was before me, I wondered if she had been feeling the same way before her sky as I was that very moment before mine.
Her moon had been full and bright in an ocean of sky, with dark round mountains in the distance, while my moon was crescent...soft and pink, with dark trees gazing up in wonder, along with me, at this gift of a fall sky. Emily was coming home unhappily, and turned...I was leaving joyfully, and turned (a walk with Miss. Ginger is always joyful).

One hundred and seventy two years apart, yet connected, sharing in the miracle of God's artistic hand, which stops time for a moment, for all who would turn...and look to the heavens.

I paused on the threshold
I turned to the sky
I looked to the heavens
And the dark mountains round

The full moon shone bright
Through that ocean on high
And the wind murmured past
With a wild eerie sound

And I entered the walls
Of my dark prison house
Mysterious it rose
From the billowy moor

Emily Jane Bronte~
(who was twenty when she wrote her untitled poem)

May you enjoy blessed moments of pausing, turning, and looking up...wherever you happen to be, in place or soul.