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I walk idly to the window and there I turn to gaze toward the evening sky and catch it in a phase in which such exquisite beauty is suddenly displayed. Now I feel compelled to stay, not wanting it to fade. Laid before me is a color like vivid molten fire that sears the sky and reaches grey clouds that are higher. Random leaks are forming mountain shapes, fanciful and strange, quickly spreading to the remnants of the day’s bluish range. |
| As the vibrant orange weakens into peach colored links, the source of brightness dims and then gradually shrinks. The dark grey cloud nearby takes on a deepening mauve hue, warning that my glimpse of heaven would soon be almost through. With such magnificent artistry from an unseen brush, it must convince all of a reigning glory and so crush their doubting, even though it seems bad times do prevail. The loving plan, unknown to us, will certainly not fail. |
Affirmation
| By Barbara Rogan |