I'll tell you how the sun set.
As shadows marched in lines.
And God sent west his rainbows.
A color at a time.
The hills put on their blankets.
The hawk and crow were done.
And as I said softly in twilight.
See you tomorrow, sun.
I sat out in the darkness.
And felt the dew drops fall.
I watched the moon rise in its place.
I heard the night birds call.
God's world, in perfect order.
In line, one after one.
May I be in accordance.
On my last setting sun.
J.C. 1996