Sunset Thoughts

The sun sets slow to the West The routine evening rest. I quietly sit and watch Feeling somewhat tranquil, yet melancholy - I think of the great pleasure That this moment is..... And wonder why, So few are - Opaque clouds scattered, streak the salient sky Like living lines On an intent artist's brush, The blue and the gray overhead Are now at peace Above the country, so free..... Orange, yellow, purple, and red Blaze, and burn through the horizon Into the black-burnt transcendent treeline Just below the setting sun, saying 'Goodnight, my sweet children' - A pure gift, so beautiful... The wonder of it all Is nothing less than A marvelous miracle..... It reverberates with eternities Endless echoes, (the mystical Music of majesty, flowing through the cosmos) ..... Cloudy fingers hold the light As God enfolds The earth, the sun, the universe, and even my own very fragile soul. All here - together - in this delicately devine End of day....... The sun sets low, into the West..... Is it merely routine This evening rest? .....I think not.....