No.
Its demure stillness captured the best parts of the day’s light, constant, balanced, cloudless; it even reflected how the sun’s brightness deceptively concealed temperatures resting well below warm.
No, even without a spectacular fanfare or blazing colors that streak a sky threatened by dusk, today offered goodness, offered faith and sustenance.
My husband held my hand on the way to church and sought it out when our pastor invited us to pray, reciting “may the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.”
Hours later, I listened to the friendly, frequent banter between father and son. While football garnered their attention, I reveled in the love, the shared energy, the companionship they each sought within the conversation.
Finally, my daughter’s friend, answered when I implored, “Where are you?”
She answered with a picture of the sunset. Her picture captured stillness and constancy. I offered a prayer that the same kind of steadfast strength would reach down and envelope her in one singular band of color, of love, of strength just as the day had relinquished itself in one lone golden ribbon.
Be thou my vision, o Lord of my heart;
Naught be all else to me, save that thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
Waking or sleeping. Thy presence my light.
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