The setting sun

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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.

 

The other side: that of 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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