Very still and mild it was, wrapped in a great, white, brooding silence — a silence which was yet threaded through with many little silvery sounds which you could hear if you hearkened as much with your soul as your ears.
The girls wandered down a long pineland aisle that seemed to lead right out into the heart of a deep-red, overflowing winter sunset.”
~ L.M. Montgomery from Anne of the Island
If I can put one touch of rosy sunset into the life of any man or woman, I shall feel that I have worked with God.
~G. K. Chesterton
I wonder at a northwest sunset
evolving from gray haze to warm into golds,
then pinks and oranges to bleeding red.
So too my heart overflows,
pulsing out the love
poured into me
from God’s endless grace.
graying at the end of the day,
will be covered with roses.