“Lord of the far horizons,
Give us the eyes to see
Over the verge of the sundown
The beauty that is to be.”
~William Bliss Carman~
So, often in life – the end of one thing actually marks the beginning of another. But, because we do now know it and we cannot see it – it is so hard for us to let go of what was and grasp onto the hope of what is yet to come.
Sometimes we are so consumed with mourning the loss of what was, that we cannot find our way in the temporary darkness that the end it of inevitably brings.
There are twinkling lights that cannot be gazed upon unless we sit in the obscure embrace of twilight. But, there are shadows that lurk there as well - speaking fear and despair into our hearts, aiming to rob us of any illuminating morsels that may light our way, drawing out the night into a seemingly endless pit of dejection.
But, do not be led astray by the demons that are bent on drowning you in the overwhelming pools of sorrow. The sun’s descent - slipping down the backdrop of an azure sky in a sacred blaze of diminishing light, drawing us into a span void of its voluminous glow - marks so much more than the end of a day.
There is something wonderous waiting for us beyond the horizon, on the other side of the tenebrous night, for the dawn perpetually follows shortly in its wake.
Oh, that we may earnestly anticipate the break of day and the beauty that is to be more than we grieve the unfathomable loss of what has gone down and brought the temporary darkness that surrounds us.
Let us believe in the beauty that each new day brings, the incomprehensible glory that waits for us just on the other side of the crepuscule of what has passed.
Let us unceasingly continue to search for the light.
I am certain it will not fail us.