Like trees against the backdrop of dusk, thier silhouette display only stature and form.
Void of distinctive features to the eye but not absent to reality.
THough darkness pours in from above , drowning out the last glimmers of light.
The pure darkness only to reveal twinkling bodies as if eyes from heaven.
As the outline of branch and foliage blend in with night
Not seeing but understanding their presence still remain - Unmoving.
That moment when it seems as though night will be eternal
On the horizon as our soul yearns with an overwhelming longing
The flood of hues, first gently creeping beneath the veil
Then bursting forth of glorious light, revealing awesome wonder.
The gifts once hidden until called forth to life by it's Creator.
Amy Rainey
8/15/09
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