The moon was so beautiful last night. Clouds had rolled up the valley and the hills were slowly being consumed. As the cover thickened, the moon would slip out and cast a clear and brilliant light down on grounds. The real world seemed to end just beyond the light up buildings, beyond was dark, shadows with texture and dimention. Gradually though, the clouds massed and the moon was no longer able to find the thin spots, and the darkness took on a different quality. As I paced up and down the only sidewalk on campus that seems to get a clear signal, I listened to a dear voice relating problems and heartache, choices and oppotunities. And I wanted to echo my request of the previous night, "Let me help. Please, give me something to do." There is little enough I can do, pray and keep watch. Why does this seem to not be enough? Indeed, it is all Our Lord asked of His own diciples on that night in the garden. So, with a heart heavy with love-shot longing, I prayed. Last night, today, hardly even conscious of it at times. I am trying not to think of what will happen when this longing abandons me, no need to seek out trouble before it comes to you of its own accord. Perhaps this, in part, is the answer to my questions of "why now..."