Start, Again
Sunset is a gentle master to all that are stricken
patiently, teaching us how to melt a bruise away
Watch how, with a silver whisk, that cracked egg
of a setting sun is majestically stirred, and put to rest
Violent violet, pining pink, and yelling yellow
all agitated, then muted, their differences reconciled
Until all that remains is a faint tattoo of quiet hurt
pearlescent wisps of smoke from a sighing flame
that night, stealthily, smothers and hushes away…
© Yahia Lababidi, author of Learning to Pray
(Original photograph of sunset, no filter, taken in Peru)
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Here, is my previous post on Sin and Salvation, that I reference in this reading, should you wish to check it out :)
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