"My barn having burned to the ground, I can now see the moon." Japanese poet Masahide

As I look back over my life this Thanksgiving, I can see a number of gaps where barns once stood. Yes, I will face more and greater losses. Yes, I have been blessed with the life I have. I just don't want to forget that when the smoke clears, the moon (or perhaps the Son) faithfully brings light to even the charred corners of the world. So, here's my attempt to see the beauty in the ashes. Feel free to add your own!