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.