STORY TIME
Daylight departed in a blaze of winter glory,
Colours filled the sky like the ending of a story,
A perfect close to some tale the day had just told,
One of a happy ending all who saw could behold.
I could not count the shades that graced the sky
As the sun glided low, her short life passing by,
Her own story is all over and her brief life done,
If we could hear her tale since her life begun.
Use your imagination and tell a tale about today,
Write it as her short life gloriously fades away,
And as night’s canopy envelops her dying rays
Mention the beauty, and then sing God’s praise.
See night comes with gentle healing and rest,
I wonder if like day we have done our best,
When our day ends will we shine with His glory?
Or will those behind have to tell a different story?
As I saw the sun’s dying rays this cold winter day,
I thought of a story and all the things that I could say,
And I pondered long if my light would shine bright
As my life’s day slowly turned into restful night.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson January 30, 2003
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