Crumbling pastel sunset
Is your artwork
Harmony of voice
And heart
Is our response
Your children, ransomed
Fields stretch the horizon
But pale beheld to your majesty
Hours drag into the night
You prepared every second
Crafted in your hand
Who are we
That you lavish
Your love, so?
Four hearts unite
In praise
As the light you spoke
In the beginning
Descends to dusk
Sure as it will rise
So are your promises faithful
I wrote this poem on an 8-hour drive from Canberra home to Melbourne, in the car with friends after a week together at a conference. The sunset was really something.
Distilled Orthopraxy 