Sunset

They call it the golden hour,
That hour in which the flowers glow
With the hues of the dying day,
When light transforms all it touches,
And the very sight of the world
Feeds our hungry souls
And tells us that He who made all of this
Gives and gives and gives
With kingly extravagance.

Golden hour, indeed.

All things were made through him,
And without him was not any thing made that was made.
John 1:3

I’ll probably delete this in the morning…