Amber setting sun closing the day
The concoction of disappearing light
And approaching night
Haze on the horizon,
A whisper of what has been
Memories floating reminiscing
Glimmers of the goodness of God,
Perhaps of time with friends, relationships,
Kindness, words that warmed, love, work,
Beauty, tenderness and a full heart as the day ends.
And the other side: gloom
Difficulties of the day
Oppressing thoughts
The curtain of night brings unsettled need
Memories pierce and prod and pull,
unceasingly wearingly
Oh the need to rest!
To entrust troubles in prayer
To the God who brings close of play to the day.
Thoughts rush the gates of sanity
Threatening, tumbling, jostling,
Drowning out all hope.
The need again, acute…
Into His hands a laying down, a passing over
His hands open, ready
Inviting a child-like trust of Daddy
in the fear, the unknown.
The setting sun.
The setting of the Son over our histories.
And over our future.
The Spirit tender, ministers to us from the inside out.
All the moments: both good and bad
All the decisions, released.
Not under our control, they can be settled
Under a life of breaking dawns of mercy anew
The sun also rises, God working through the darkness
To proclaim His goodness,
Sufficient to meet the holdings of the time between
The rising and the setting.
The Son has risen,
so the sun sets with thanks expressed
and opportunity
for a re-trusting of Him who holds it all.
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