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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Twilight Years of Life (07/02/09)

TITLE: Whispers Of Moonlight
By C Harricharan


The evening of July 4th found me on the front porch wrapped in a blanket surrounded by the youngest grandchildren. This family gathering is an annual event that always ends with a bang. Tonight promised to be a glorious firework-studded moonlight night.

As a child, I would sometimes sit on the steps in the evening and wait for my Daddy to come home. There is something magical about this time of the day, especially as we watch the specks of lights appear around the neighborhood as darkness creeps in.

Some of my favorite childhood memories are of our family sitting together on the back porch, lights from inside reflecting dimly on our faces as we mused and talked about anything and everything. These magical evenings are even more special when Daddy or Mummy would join us. I loved the moonlit nights, when the world appeared to be tucked in under a silver sheet and the shadows would mysteriously take on strange shapes and danger seems to be lurking everywhere. Needless to say, no one would venture away from the lighted areas, even thought the lights may be dim. To the adventurer this was the time to explore, while the less bold would get dragged into things or sit it out.

As I wrote in my journal, my thoughts strayed to the past again, as it does so often these days. We were going home from my uncle’s home on the evening of his death and it was dark. My fingers dug into my brother’s forearm as we walked home trying not to appear scared. Going home after midnight from keeping wake was certainly an adventure.

I can still feet my heart racing with a strange mixture of excitement and danger that seemed to be ever present, yet elusive. Obscured by the shadows and waiting to be identified is this fear of the unknown, an unshakable companion which accompanies us through life, never missing an opportunity to rear its ugly head. It seems to gain strength as we gracefully advance in age, trying to mold us into a stranger whom we do not recognize sometimes.

As the years flew by I realize how different life is from what I had imagined it. The best years of my life seemed to be in the past, yet I have dreams and yearned for the strength to do even more. Someone once told me not to live in the past, but to live everyday as if it was the last day of my life. This is still a puzzle to me. My yesterdays are gems that brings joy to my heart and helps me to remember what is important in my life, but how do I explain this to the Gurus who knows everything or the youth with most of the day still ahead of them and no concept of how fast time goes by?

Yesterday I spoke to my sister who recently lost her husband and I was again reminded of the many farewells we have said as the passing of our generation is going on. We seemed to be extinct, even my friends are numbered. Yet I have much to be glad for, especially for my children and grandchildren. For them the day is still young and there is much time before the moon light shines.

Moonlight evenings still makes my heart sing, but for a different reason. I know that they are numbered and I try to enjoy as many as I can. As a child I would choose to sit on the porch and not explore the unknown, but as the years passed I developed my sense of adventure and a bold spirit. No longer am I afraid of tomorrow. I have to admit that my companion, this fear of the unknown had done a wonderful job in my life. I have learned to trust in my heavenly Father more than ever. Sometimes even I do not recognize myself, but as I sit on the steps in the quickly fading sun and wait for my Father, I feel certain that the night will not be shrouded in darkness, but that silvery moonlight will light the paths that I will travel.

Even though my steps are slow and I do get tired sometimes I know that the twilight hours are a gift to be enjoyed, to gather on the porch with my family as we watch the sunset. Moonlight is always a bonus.


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Jim McWhinnie 07/10/09
A sensitively written reflection filled with wisdom ... God designed life to move toward full maturity ...
Charla Diehl 07/11/09
Nice insight into slices of time in your MC's life, maturing along the way. Twilight years usually replace the fear of death with the hope of better things to come. That's what I got from this story.
Karlene Jacobsen07/13/09
This was really well written.
Shelley Ledfors 07/13/09
Lovely. Very beautiful and insightful. I enjoyed this.
Patricia Herchenroether07/14/09
A very nice reflection on the past and growing courage for the future. Well done.