to evening tide: we are given heaven’s light
even as we journey into night
and come to find another day is done;
the fires in the sky keep burning on
like memories, not letting us forget
how much we’re given, even at the set
before the dawn, how much we carry on.
Some gifts will not be what we might expect
and I don’t know yet what tomorrow brings,
but every nightfall is a gift: believe
that heaven’s grace endures most in the things
we strain to see and struggle to accept
but slowly find the presence to receive.
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