On This Evening's Eve

On this evening’s eve

The aural scrim descends

In sable folds; it weaves

The moments, gold

To dim, then deeper blends

Purple sweeping shadows

Like painted turrets sprawl

Across the land; the meadow

A stadium where

We watch night’s curtain fall

It tugs in motionless motion

The beauty and brutality

Of this day’s lot; an ocean

Of pure grandeur

Seals its jot in history

Alpha and Omega draws

The shade; it is dark

And day is done

But only day; His love and grace

Go on

And on

And on

And on…

© Janet Martin

I took my daughter and her friend out to a field a few miles from here to watch the sun set. Victoria said that she is going to name that field Sunset Stadium. I LOVE it!:) And all that great open sky, and all that wild wonder and all that awesome creation is a mere 'whisper of Him'  ...a mere speck of His glory and grace! Hallelujah.

The girls wanted the 'best seat in the House'...