I watched the sun make its slow descent into the ocean; like a golden orb plunging slowly - nothing - not even waves impeding its demise. It went with purpose, there was no faltering; a touch on the waves, half way down and then it was gone. Even the golden spear flashed upon the ocean died out - fire embers burn longer - last to go was a hint of glory, sun reflected upon a cloud suspended high above. Then came the darkness; but not complete.
Tonight an evening breeze rocks a sliver of the moon - there are no clouds, the sky remains a darkening blue.
But the darkness deepens. As it does, so also appear points of light - stars and moon shout out that darkness is not the last word.
I sit and wonder, "O God, how many sunsets have you given this planet? How many parables of the coming night bounded by moon and stars? Lord, is the setting of this sun a reminder of sure death or does it point to light that cannot be overcome?"
My thoughts grow more pensive, "Lord, I wonder how many sunsets lie ahead for this writer?"
Then I pray that someone observing my life plunge into its darkness will also catch a glimpse of your night time light. "Lord, may my sunset, when ever that may be, point another to the hope of your tomorrow."
