Sunset

I'm glad that God takes every worn out day and burns it up at sunset. The little triumphs, the petty differences, the awesome and the mundane, He rolls them into one big red ball. It bursts into flame against the banks of the sky. I think God likes to see it burn and stands beside it until the last grey ashes fall. Then, across the meadow, the busy highways, the slanted rooftops, a clean wind blows, all tangled up with stars. In these timeless twinkling lights, I see God's blessing. In the night wind, I feel a touch. In the whisper of leaves, I hear a song. I feel cleansed and forgiven, I have made peace with yesterday and look forward to a new tomorrow.