The setting sun


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.



Despair, meet hope

The loosing of eternity

I lie down and sleep

Fears in context

There is comfort in knowing that my fears are not bigger than God

They will not overcome him, they cannot

He is too big!


Though they seem large and looming

My problems are well within the grasp of the God

The God who is wise when I am not

Strong when I am far from it

And good beyond any goodness I know


And so not always having the answers

Yet knowing I need to trust in the God who does.

The God who is both good and willing.

And that makes the difference,

Not only that he is good

But that he chooses to direct his goodness towards me

The loving Father of the Jesus who suffered in my place.


So the struggle will be

Not with the fears themselves

(although my focus will be drawn to them)

But with making sure that my vision remains

Remembering and seeing

That God is far bigger than any of my worries.


The cross of Christ makes it clearer most

That he is good

And did I mention willing?

Longing to lovingly care for his children,

And that surely includes me.


Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!

Who is bigger than all our worries

Even though oft’ we forget.