The Gloaming

The gloaming

Kissing the clouds with light
The sun departs for the night
Yonder comes the beauty of night
Soon the moon will be the only light
But in between is a magic time of sight
With no sun to blind or darkness to fright
I can behold all with true sight

I’ve always loved the gloaming time. As I look to the heavens, I consider the infinite universe so far beyond my imagining. As a mortal, I can’t even begin to comprehend its reaches, yet as I Imagine the earth spinning around the sun, the moon spinning around the earth, and the beauty of the earth all around me. It’s all the proof I need to know it happened by more than chance. If all these immense things were created by more than chance, then I too am not here by chance, but for a purpose.