As auburn gilds the edge of night,

such natural splendor of the sight,

appeased release of day’s clear light-

to yield to hues of red…


to twain the heights tinged red of eve,

clouds forgive light and bow to relieve,

a spectral feast released… for faith to receive,

the day is nearly dead…


bounteous sweet scarlet billows free,

an antithesis detained amenity,

passing guard rendering serenity

where night by day is led…


it’s only a sunset, some would say…

and it happens each and every day,

to cherish love, I kneel and pray,

symbolic… why Christ was bled.


I would like to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas for 2012.Image