Five-Minute Friday: Light

In the fresh, crisp air of morning

the sun suddenly sweeps into the horizon

reflecting a glow across what was darkened sky.

And in the twilight of bright color

it sinks magnificently into the plains 

leaving

tiny sparkling diamonds

sprinkled in inky spread-out skies.

During the bleakest of nights and what seemed 

to be the blackest of Fridays

I cling to what He penned throughout gospels

and what He daily paints across the sky:

it's never the darkness that overtakes the Sun.

It's always the Sun who overtakes the darkness

and leaves a lit path, stepping stones of light back Home.

It's always the Light that's Moving and Alive.