THE SETTING SUN
With the setting sun goes a heavenly sign
The shadow hint of reality moves across the opposite wall
And few notice
Lost moments, lost chances are now gone,
Even a dim reflection of the eternal truth in warmth and light
Comes and goes in a human life, then fades away,
Spirit revelation from above, only a shooting star.
Clouds that water the earth
Intricate beauty of a single flower,
Countless other flowers off to the glowing horizon,
Wonderment of a child, eyes large and bright
Who discovers again and again,
Or a woman who finds love
And embraces with all of her being.
The natural heart has no ears
No eyes to see in the Spirit
Where grace and truth sit enthroned,
The mind in all its expansive power at best clouded,
Soul muddled in the daily dimensions of this life
Cares and anxieties, money and worries,
Self meaning and self-worth
Fulfillment always just out of reach,
Insatiable appetites search for more to satisfy.
Then, someone loved falls over dead
And the family stands numbed, shocked at the sudden change,
The cold finality of a body,
Nothing but weakness in the face of what can swallow each one whole;
Even then the heart and mind grope about
Arms flail at the wind, only tearful cries echo back
A mountain blocks out the sunlight
The moon and stars as well,
A hopeless dilemma rises above the distance that expands.
Who will cry out at last, and be heard
What clear voice will rise into the invisible Heaven above all consciousness
And truly be heard, and answered at last?
Only little children who can listen to the Father
Who can learn to believe, willing to receive Heaven’s indescribable gift,
Those who can approach the Throne as humble, open-hearted little ones
Those who gladly choose mercy and life
Bowed in humility, numbered and written in the Lamb’s Book of Life!