The Passing of the Day
by Michelle Stace
As the day grew late, a soft glow surrounded
us;
We walked to a deserted hilltop
to watch
the day come to a close.
Along the horizen, clouds were
trimmed with golden fire;
Beautiful shapes stood out against
the
purple - gray sky behind.
Fluffy clouds passing overhead
reflected the glow;
seemingly close enough to touch.
Far-off in the distant eastern
sky are shades of rose.
As we stood watching the everchanging
display, we became
aware of a growing silence;
the breeze stopped, the birds
quieted.
It was as if all creation suddendly
hushed itself in thanks, . .
. . . as God brought to a close
the passing of the day.