End of the day, the sun set is spectacularly colorful
According to plan and design it sets
We climb the hill again to see, to rise
To Rise above the haste, the downturns, the crashing days
We climb and see the mountains in the distant horizon
Surface and the sky appear to meet.
Rising from the earth, towering high
Sky painted in orange, red and colors indescribable
Contrasting heights of the mountains faced today in life, our body aches, and brokenness
in mind and in spirit too
Sculpted peaks, ground, beneath the waters
Folding and breaking, stacked, wedged, heat and pressure
Thickening piles rise up over many years
Majestic mountains,
Peaks and valleys in life the same pressures and sculpting
Stacking piles to where we need a touch,where we need healing
Brilliance in common care without flare or grandeur seeking
Remembering and recalling that
“At sunset, all who had people sick with various diseases brought them to him. He laid his hands on each of them and cured them” #
Darkness falls, the sun sets on another day, a passage of time
Peace surrounds and quiet so gladly fills the air and ear
Our body still weak, no help we see,
But somehow strength for another day
What gives this life, sustaining drive in changing Seasons,
“What do we clench, what Are we unwilling to let go”
Nature and the tree’s leaves even know
As winds of autumn blow,then a whisper “Help is here”
“It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life.” ##
# Luke 4: 40 (RSV)
# #John 6:63 ESV, Jesus speaking
Sunset, Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta
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| Pic by Matt |
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| pic by Emily Ann |
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