“There is no way in which a man can earn a star or deserve a sunset.”
― G.K. Chesterton
(the sun slips to the horizon / Henderson State Park / Julie Cook / 2015)
We deserve not, nor have we earned the gift of
even the sublime. . .
Yet we are privy each dawn and dusk to utter wonderment.
A weary sun sinks low, resting heavy on the melting horizon. . .
As a calming hush is pulled gently across the shoulders of the sleepy landscape. . .
Do you have any regrets?
Are you sorry, feeling poorly or badly for how events may have unfolded throughout your day?
Do you stare forlornly out toward the darkening curtain that is slowly
being drawn across the closing day’s stage?
Could things have been better, different, more hopeful, more positive?
Are you now feeling burdened, defeated, regretful, resentful. . .?
Or. . .
Are you at peace. . .
and calmly determined. . .
Finding yourself in a place of no regrets, no remorse, nor restless spirit. . .
Exhaling a blissful release of self as you feel your body giving way to the beautiful display that is offered to you in the evening’s gracious sky by the only One who is truly in control and has offered you a piece of Himself. . .
They who dwell in the ends of the earth stand in awe of Your signs; You make the dawn and the sunset shout for joy.