• That Tilting Time

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    moon

    The sun is falling,
    in flight from the blue haze
    in the east

    The heat is broken
    and light has softened-
    tender hues
    suffuse the sky
    and gild
    the white house walls in gold

    A careless breeze
    ferries about
    a fragrance of family
    in food-
    cornbread and chicken,
    buttery cheesy noodles,
    a savory gravy,
    a cooling apple pie

    Soon moisture
    shall recline upon the lawns
    and weigh the air
    under the fading clouds

    The hot noontime hour
    is forgotten-
    the minutes of
    struggle and sweat
    and swearing,
    massive moments
    of intemperate need
    and unyielding want-
    of anxious haste

    The birds speak quietly now,
    resting on limb and line,
    awaiting the
    consolation of the coming moon

    Steady is the seeing sphere

    There is no tomorrow
    but simply the
    casual climb
    of the giant white orb
    into the waiting night

    About

    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

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