Sunday, December 12, 2010

Scurry
i run often from a setting sun
scurry as best i can towards a waning sky
but now i see life in whole new terms:
we are each a setting sun
easy we go from brilliant red,
behind blackened earth to know life no more
so what we owe, if there is God who loves these ones, to ourselves:
a forgiveness of what we've done
to cease not so far from easing days,
but run alive as best i can with each day's sun

10 comments:

Kerry O'Connor said...

Oh I love everything about this poem. It is so honest. We are all suns, with our times to rise and set. Your idea is huge and stated with studied simplicity.

Systematic Weasel said...

Wonderful post, SC =)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This poem really speaks to me. I love "we are each a setting sun" and "towards a waning sky". Absolutely beautiful writing, on a theme that cuts right to the heart of life and death. I love your final lines. Yes, "run alive as best I can with each day's sun." Fantastic writing.

Strummed Words said...

A vry nice prayer...

Jingle said...

cool prayer.

Mary said...

I love this, SC. You ARE right about each of us being a setting sun, as you express it! Well thought out poem!

Human Paradox said...

A touching post SC. Excellent.

Old Ollie said...

Keep running SQ.

Cograts on Blog of the WEEK!

annell said...

There is so much to love here! And I love it all! Thanks.

R.S. Mallari (SpK) said...

You painted life in beautiful accurate strokes. Well done!