As In Olden Days, Dusk Splays...

As in olden days dusk splays it wonderment on western hem

And we are awed by Holy God and twilight’s lavish diadem

Then, suddenly time’s spending spree is hushed it seems where glory gleams

In satin streams and all our dreams are dull beneath day’s dying reams

…as here and now become somehow not far removed from days of old

Beneath the sweep of coral deep where progress cannot alter gold

Of heaven vaults and man exalts, not other men, with breath-some praise

But pauses awed by Holy God for His vast and unfathomed ways

…and as in olden days, we gaze and cannot find a curve of ink

To tell full-well how twilight spells farewell in swells of ether pink

To this blue dot of unforgotten desperation; man looks up

To see a sea of majesty spill rampantly from Heaven’s cup

© Janet Martin

Emily dropped in on her way home this evening, knowing my love of sunsets and said, mom, there's a sky happening that I think you'd like to see' so Melissa and I hopped in the van and drove up the road, (we can't see sunsets from our place) to a place where we paused, awed by God, just as in olden days...photos never do Him justice!!

 The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Ps.19:1