The day says goodbye with a painted sky
The colors more glorious than has been the day
God affirms his presence, confirms his essence,
And beauty breaks through.
Yet God does not promise roses in winter,
Each season holds elements hard and cold.
But He asks us to find the intricate design
In beauty breaking through.
Perhaps the season is painful and harsh,
Perhaps the gray days have us weary,
But we can choose hope–for all seems new
When beauty breaks through.
last night
a fiery orange light
glowed ferociously
on the next hill.
i thought the Blakers’
barn was burning.
(i left my warm bed and stepped outside for a better view.)
the flames
leaped into the black
and devoured the trees
of the horizon.
i thought the still-green leaves
in the valley between
will keep us safe.
(my husband joined me to witness the spectacle.)
then the triangle
of flames and fire
suddenly settled into
a sideways orange half moon.
61.2% rising ENE
at 11:16 p.m
i thought when has a half-moon-rising
ever been fire in the sky.
(we laughed at one more
2020 wildness.)
my skittish, sheepish
thoughts morphed like moonfire
into a silent prayer.
Lord of the moon, the sky, the earth,
protect us from fires raging
in the darkness
and turn them into
just a spectacular autumn moonrising
in the night sky.
(i slept the weighted, dreamless sleep of peace.)
the circle of life 