It’s time again, another day over –
many thoughts that we’ll forget –
and still we gather, beneath the heavens,
to gaze in wonder, on another sunset.
They say, and it’s true, that no two are alike
the colours, reflections, all vary
but if there’s a place and a time to pray
why not do it at the end of an ordinary day
as you gaze on the miracle that ends and begins
when the colour of heaven
I absolutely adore sunsets and sunrises and my photo albums are always over-flowing with these types of images. It is true, no two are alike, but even for a non-believer like myself there is no other time when I feel closer to the mystical divine (God? Mother Nature? The Flying Spaghetti Monster?) than in those minutes when the sun’s rise or set colours the skies. This was written in response to Poetry Jam‘s prompt, aptly named Sunset.