August 7, 2012
Another near-poetic musing:
What romance so indwells the sunset? Why can I not sit alone on a hillside to watch the sky fade without feeling something missing? The evening breeze and the cricket song receive all the attention they deserve from this lone admirer, so why do they seem to wonder where He is? Perhaps the sky, the painted clouds, and the evening landscape are a bit shy, and prefer not to be my sole focus. So I concede, that I too am wondering where He is. I am, to be honest, a bit annoyed that the crickets brought it up. But, for the moment, it’s just me, and they’ll have to be content.