Into the Fire

Shock of orange, intercepted by brilliant pink
I stare. Awed.
Sunsets painted with clouds, lines of color from the palette of God.

The air smells cool.
Crisp intakes chill the nose.
Refreshing.

Darkness follows and ends the day.
Moon shines, taking position.
Order prevails.

Melancholy hovers.
End and beginning in place.
Season

Father, your beauty is truly indescribable, but we labor and attempt our darkened efforts, knowing one day the image of the true beauty will be clear. We do our best to remember that. To press forward. To listen to your lovely voice. To do as you ask. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.