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