sunset

Evening is my favorite.

The sun sinks into it's bed across the lake in the mountains. It makes the air crisp and clear. It's dieing golden light kisses my skin and I close my eyes. I do not fear it's touch now, it cannot burn my skin so late in the day. Even as the sky is a myriad of gold and blue, I see the moon rise from her own bed in the mountains nearest to me.

Angels above, do you record these thoughts of mine? Do you see the beauty I see this moment? When I come home to Father and Brother, will I see these thoughts and wish they had never come? Is something coming in the future that will make these thoughts horrid memories? Quickly to shoved away by my fear, shame, and sorrow.

But then I quench these melancholy thoughts from my mind. It does not matter what the future holds, because for now these thoughts feel right. These thoughts are my heart being expressed for the records in heaven. I hope that bitterness will not lead me to hate them, that these thoughts will not lead me to repent. But for now I have only hope.





And the feeling that this moment may just make it into the eternities as a moment my heart cherished, a moment left unblemished.