the sun slips behind a glowing horizon,
weary of casting light upon
the wicked deeds of man.
perhaps…
in the morning…
but over and over
the sun rises and sets
on a world that crowns wickedness
and spits in the face of righteousness.
one day…
I know…
a greater Son will rise and
fall no more,
casting light on a throng of faithful men
who treasured the light of this Son
while others basked only in the glory of
the one that slips now beneath a glowing horizon.
Will I ever stop writing poetry that a.) contains sunset imagery, and b.) looks forward to eternity?
I think not.
❤ Laurel
Laurel Luehmann 
So beautifully hopeful. 😭
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Ahh, I’m so glad! ❤
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Thank you for sharing
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Absolutely!! Thank you so much for reading. ❤
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Ahh, this is lovely! It reminds me of a passage I read today, “(The Most High) Himself is kind and gracious and good to the ungrateful and the wicked. Be merciful (responsive, compassionate, tender) just as your [heavenly] Father is merciful.” (Luke 6:35-36) Wow, God’s heart of kindness is utterly amazing! ♥ Thanks for sharing this, sis! ♥
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Ohh, that’s so neat! I love it when what we’re reading in Scripture comes back to us throughout the day.🤭And so true. ❤ Absolutely!
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This is very beautiful, Laurel. You follow the quote from “Little Women” in such a great way with the way you use words. I do need to get a copy of your second book sometime. Love you, Fran
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Aww, thank you, Fran! Absolutely! Love you, too. ❤
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