Saturday, June 23, 2007


DAY'S END


Here at the end of day, wide lake the precise color of a blue chalcedony ring my brother made long ago in another world, one last sweep of sunlight streams through the notch in these mountains for a few intense moments, lighting the stairways of young rice paddies stepping down the mountain, filling my eyes with more than vision, lighting a glimpse of the font of beauty as bright as the final bloom of a dying ember, but of life being born-- in moments, a picture of faith in purpose, all the way to sunset...

2 comments:

Trace said...

Once again Robert, lovely expression...

Bob Brady said...

Thanks, Trace... a natural rush is tough to get into words...