478. 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. ~Gilbert K. Chesterton

Tonight the sun died like an Emperor…
great scarlet arcs of silk…
saffron…green…crimson…
and the blaze of Venus to remind one
of the absolute and the infinite…
~John Coldstream

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The busy buzzing of the bees had ceased, and the butterflies had completed the day’s last waltz as gentle breezes began ruffling leaves late yesterday. As the zephyrs moved through the yard, the nodding sea oats looked like jittery lawn dancers in the descending, shadows of darkness. The sunlight, with night, the vanquishing “emperor,” nipping at its heels, had almost oozed out of the day as I went out to watch it yield more and more of its hold on the garden. While I kept an eye on the stunning blaze along the western horizon, I saw the yard birds diving and darting into safe havens for the night and the screeching grackles, much higher in the sky, looking for lodging elsewhere. The hastening darkness added frantic drama to their random forays for nightly asylum but not enough to make me feel even the slightest remorse for making sure they didn’t return to my yard. Then in the distance I heard a train whistle, and from the sound the locomotive seemed to be moving at a fast and frenzied pace for home, and I hoped it, too, would make it before long. As the last shaft of sunlight moved up and off the towering oak, a velvety hush lowered, and the lone sparrow who’d been sitting on the edge of the roof at last vanished. Then, boom, the sun fell off the edge of the world, and the blackness of night was to be denied no longer.

Each part of a day has a feel and reality of its own. Take time to savor the uniqueness in each passing moment and say a prayer of simple praise for comforting patterns and rhythms.

May you go into the night
blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.
~John O’Donohue

By day the Lord directs His love, at night His Son is with me-a prayer to the God of my life. Psalm 42:8   ✝

29 thoughts on “478. 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. ~Gilbert K. Chesterton

  1. I especially love these lines:
    “Each part of a day has a feel and reality of its own. Take time to savor the uniqueness in each passing moment and say a prayer of simple praise for comforting patterns and rhythms.”

    May you go into the night
    blessed, sheltered and protected.
    May your soul calm, console and renew you.
    ~John O’Donohue

    Thank you so much Natalie for sharing such beautiful and soothing words of wisdom. Your blog is foutain of spirituality and beauty 🙂 Have a nice week-end ♥

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    • Thank you so much. I didn’t even notice the missing “n” in fountain until you sent the second comment. I pray you are having a lovely weekend too. We are actually getting some rain, the first in over a month, and I love rain! Hiugs and blessings, N 🙂

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  2. Natalie, what a glorious description you’ve given for the close of day. Last night we were outside for the sunset too. September sunrises and sunsets seem richer and more magical than the summer ones.

    Blessings ~ Wendy ❀

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    • I’m so glad you enjoyed my description, Wendy. You are so right, sunrises and sunsets do seem much richer and more magical than the ones of summer. Down here, at least, I think it’s the heat that robs them of their beauty. Love and hugs, N 🙂

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