Sunsets

This is kind of an explanation for my heading picture.

Recently in my Language Arts class we had to write character poem based on literary analysis of the book THE CRUCIBLE and various outlines that we were given during class. One of the lines of the poem was asking what time of day would fit the character that we chose the best and why. I said night.

This was just a poem, it was not to be the big thing that I'm making it now, but God had different plans. This line remained on my mind for a while, and now I see a picture of a sunset on my computer. And a thought comes to mind.

I am a follower, a conformer, a traitor. My sunset in life was as soon as i was born. The reasons for which i was here began to cast themselves into shadows. These shadows i would surround with golden blankets spun of worn down threads of hope. Each would envelope something i was trying to hide. Life is never easy, and sunsets are a daily reminder of that. Every time I see one it means an end to a day. It means that I survived a situation, that time is coming to an end. At that moment it seems all hope withers away into the abyss of darkness, into a hopeless night that leaves life to trudge along blindly.

Sunsets, though, are the beginning. I may not be able to see what I have done, or why I'm here at all in this very moment. Yet as this day ends, the calamity of time slows into the calm of night. The unsure times of decision come to rest in the home of certainty. Whether there is sleep or not, the night brings the peace of endings. When people die their memory does not fade. Same goes with sunsets. When a day ends the memories will not fade. The lessons we learned, the things we conformed to, the actions we completed, everything comes to an end. There is left but the mystery that entrances us all, the mystery of not knowing what to expect. The sunset is but the curtain closing so that the next scene can be prepared.