[geologist]

At the time approaching sunsets, especially during the longer days of summer, it is my habit to take a walk. The sky changes before my eyes, the clouds turn varying shades of pink, blue, purple, orange, within minutes. It is gorgeous, like a moving picture. I call friends to tell them ... ‘quick look at the sunset’. It disappears rapidly. Amazing really how beautiful our sunsets are in West Texas. Truly a wondrous beauty that speaks to me of the glory of our God and it is happening on the face of earth every minute of ever day. God travels the whole globe every 24 hours creating sunsets and sun rises, etc. ART indeed. All the while knowing all, being everywhere present, and all powerful ...SOVEREIGN. Hallelujah!

We serve an amazing God.

[NicknamedBob]

"At the time approaching sunsets, especially during the longer days of summer, it is my habit to take a walk. The sky changes before my eyes, the clouds turn varying shades of pink, blue, purple, orange, within minutes. It is gorgeous, like a moving picture. I call friends to tell them ... ‘quick look at the sunset’. It disappears rapidly."

At Sunset

Every day at Sunset, the Angels spill their paint,
Across the largest canvas, and work without complaint.

Although few eyes are watching, and light is fading fast,
They create a marvelous portrait, as if it were going to last.

But this beauty is so fleeting, you have to watch it grow,

And when the light is gone at last,

. . . it will leave you with a glow.

Before I was
NicknamedBob
Sept 2, 1999

"Amazing really how beautiful our sunsets are in West Texas. Truly a wondrous beauty that speaks to me of the glory of our God and it is happening on the face of earth every minute of ever day. God travels the whole globe every 24 hours creating sunsets and sun rises, etc. ART indeed. All the while knowing all, being everywhere present, and all powerful ...SOVEREIGN. Hallelujah!"

Sunwink

I’ve always loved the sunset,
A bow upon the day,
That’s been wrapped up in lovingness,
All set to put away.

To place among the memories,
Of happy days gone by,
For times when things don’t go so well,
On days that make you cry.

A sunrise is as lovely,
But colder in its way,
More distant in the joyfulness,
That happens every day.

Though lens can’t separate them,
The difference is this,
The sunrise is a promise,
And sunset is a kiss.

NicknamedBob . . . . March 22, 2004

My job as a poet is to capture in a memorable and evocative way, the feeling that you are describing.

It's like having the job of deciding which candy tastes best.