NEW SUNSETS

To wake as the sun dies is to come alive in the shadows. It is to find light when there is none, to discover truth in the midst of lies.

That can not always happen in a way that is beneficial or appreciated at times. There are occasions when it will not lead to understanding.

Mainly when we are inclined to dwell more on the darkness and not on what we can know in the midst of the shadows. Some will never be able to embrace what message is meant to be conveyed.

This is the challenge of the spirit. To seek what is God's light when we think it is the least visible. That can be the part that we struggle the most to appreciate.

It will be the voice inside that bears witness. And we can so often ignore the message. For we fear the night in our soul.

Not that we always accept this fact. One close one's eyes and pretend there is no darkness. That it is really day, if you didn't have your eyes closed.

Another fable conjured by the mind wishing to see only what works for that frame of reference. And it never results in help or blessings.

Perhaps in the sunset we can find hope. It is the promise of how though we feel night, there will born a morning elsewhere.

If we at least face the ebbing light not as death, but with faith. To embrace the mystery God's grace and love in you instead of lament.

That will always be the challenge of the forlorn soul. To rise above the questions and look for the answers.

Gardens blossom is such moments, if we allow them to do so. If we accept their fragrance as one to inhale and not ignore.

Will we find such joy as intended? Can we embrace all that is when we only see in blurred understanding?

That will be the challenge of our minds. To allow ourselves to move out of where all seems black and to places where life ascends.

It is a journey inward. Through tunnels of thoughts to help us grow. Only we must accept the trip.

And if we do, then we will find each sunset as a blessing instead of a prelude to something that we must dread.