Soft and hazy light
tinting the air with gold—
the sweetest moments of the day
like a tapestry unrolled
across the sky tonight.
The sun is saying goodbye—
a warm wash of rose gold
above the mountains,
enchanting to behold,
and yet I want to cry.
The sunset fills my eyes,
but the air is cold on my skin—
and the view that used to fill my heart
may never touch again,
however warm the skies.
Soon the night will rise—
the darkness forms behind me,
and already my heart shivers
although the sun beams warmly.
I am not very wise.
I want to catch the gold-like air,
holding it in my hand
to breathe from forever,
to lock it where we stand,
kept like a picture there.
But who can hold the sunlight
captive in our fingers?
Like water in our hands,
no sunset ever lingers,
but slips irretrievably from sight.
Oh, to walk in meadows
set to music by sunshine
and never feel the hand of time
pulling away from mine
with the ever-growing shadows!
But this is the way of the sun,
charted by God’s mind,
to shine most beautifully
before it leaves behind
the hearts that it has won.
Do not dread the night,
but breathe the golden air
deeply before it goes,
taking heart for you are heir
to the Lamb’s eternal Light.
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