The Road to Sixty – Day 70
I love sunsets, especially during this time of the year. It seems as the days begin to shorten, you start to notice the beauty of the evening sun.
I seen a lot of sunsets from many different places, from the different oceans, from the peak of mountains, even in a plane from Israel.
I think there is a peace that comes from the end of the day. Or at least it should. With the sunset comes a closing of a the day you have had to serve the Lord.
With the sunset you rest.
Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote the words to the hymn “Sunset and Evening Star”
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.
Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;
For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.
Sometimes a day will be filled with trials and troubles.
I know that in the end, there will be peace.