I watch in awe the magic of the sunset as it unfolds. Orange clouds an amazing sight as they paint the sky's vast canvas, and it's clear, only the world's greatest artist can achieve such. I marvel at the miracle of God's hand and it soothes my heart. I breathe in the moment and close my eyes and think of all those no longer alive to feel and see, and know how blessed I am. Everytime I watch a sunset or sunrise, I watch for them too.
Nothing is certain. Each moment is a mystery. Like the changing waves in the ocean that are never the same, so is this poetry of life. At times things are rough, at times things are calm, but through it all, there is a form of beauty that's always there, if we observe clearly. 💖