Beautiful Sunset
Shroud of night is swift descending
Creatures of day haste to escape
The great darkness impending
Except for one who waits to gape.
The globe of gold falls leisurely,
But the night, the one lingering;
Does not fear the blackness coming
For she waits to watch enjoyably.
A wave of colors yet unfurled–
A beautiful scene painted by One
Who ages ago formed the world
For His own pleasure, by His dear Son.
Painted He these swells of beauty
For His child waiting to see
The layers of precious love
He fondly sent from far above.
A sunset of purest gold,
He sent with beauty untold.
Pinks of the fairest shades
For her great pleasure He hath made.
Scarlet ribbons swirled gleefully
Her cheerful eyes to watch, to please.
Bands of purple weave strips of love
For His child to receive from above.
In wondrous awe, she watches shades
Of His colors swiftly fade
One brief precious moment left
To view, to cherish God’s sunset.
With a breath she sent on air
His child did breathe a grateful prayer
For the beautiful sunset He
Sent from above for her to see.
Heidi Ann Hildebrandt
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
First Flowers
In February one late night,
I ran upstairs in speedy flight.
I was relieved and very glad,
To greet my rather tardy Dad.
I was astonished then to find
A surprising present oh so kind,
On that damp and wintry night
A gift of flowers—Oh what a sight!
For these dear flowers—
The first I’ve had,
Are quite most precious,
And from my dad!
Now that bouquet fragrances my room,
And cheerily takes away the gloom.
From my lofty, quilted bed,
I can easily see ‘Sunny Days Ahead’.
Heidi Ann Hildebrandt
