there is a moment before the sun sets,
just before the top of its crescent
disappears below the farthest edge of the earth.
it is a divine promise of yet another
smoldering spectrum of burnt orange,
crimson and cobalt...
a promise of the days last warmth
before night calls us to dreams...
before we smile,
knowing, with the reminder on our skin,
that tomorrow, the sun will come up once again,
only to leave us with this pristine moment
once more.
such splendid sweet endings to a day…
never to melt into the same horizon...
never to burst with a less spectacular display of Heaven.
this is hope, tumbling over and upon itself...
writhing like eddies, lost in the directionless winds...
this amazement is just God,
sighing into the end of our day.
(inspired by a wild deer in the woods)
1 comment:
:)
Post a Comment