So your looking at a sunset and being overwhelmed by the beauty of it, and you find yourself seeing the shadows that it casts not at the colour. the fact that night is coming and in the twilight majesty between pink/ purple sky and the deep blue night you are alive. its something to be alive in, a moment to reflect about the choices between faith, the world and your devotion to conscious.
ever had that feeling that comes from being dazzled by the beauty that you know will be so soon gone and then watching that light gutter and die, leaving a you in a still almost black blue. it changes me every time I see it. it remind's me I am alive and even when I cease, my presence will be felt even if people never looked out of their windows and saw me for who I am. It remind's me that the presence I want them to feel is the peace and beauty that I see at the moment of ending, not a sadness for the day gone, but a moment to reflect on the beauty that is to come again tonight and tomorrow.
its the fact that there are shadows that make me see the joy in the day as most day's for me are times of terror, hurt and pain, but in the moment of twilight as the sun sets with its brilliant golden light filtered in the sky, its purple meringue like clouds reflecting the angel of the day I find myself in the shadows expectant, wondering, and aware that the shadows have again caught me and woken me up. Night is where I am alive, but it is in day that I exist and can do what is needed but it is hard to wake up to a day full of shadows of shadows.
I am worried
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