a psalm on radiance
The hourglass is sifting sands while broad strokes of pink deepen and brush the blue sky this eve. It seems to stop and linger above and behind the willowy rich and dark silhouettes of uplifted branches … longer than usual… holding breath with me at heaven’s radiant art. Time, for this space, feels a long ago dream thing, and I can almost touch eternity. The place where all that makes me fret is seeping out and peace enfolding round my shoulders, soft as lambs wool shawl.
Autumn, then winter… I love the way they dress that breath between day and night in shades of rose tulle, more than any other, endowing the world one last flounce of glory to stay behind the eyes till dawn. And tonight… ah, this night.. Father, you drop your jeweled colors upon my lap, let me hold and savor them like beads of pink amethyst in my hands. Until subtly, tenderly, twilight slips in to the first star light.
I exhale out slowly, like a balloon set free on a breeze.
And I ponder… what does this one-of-a-kind sunset look like from above, Lord?
Japanese maple red sunset, photo courtesy of http://www.baysnurseryandacercentre.co.uk
© Pam Depoyan
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