Part I:
As you may or may not have noticed, I have not done too much writing lately...at least much that I have shared. And I think that my lack of production, coupled with lack of time dedicated to writing or other creative endeavors, has shaken a little of my confidence...or at least my creative confidence.
Part II:
Over the past two or three weeks I noticed an influx of sunset pictures on social media, too. And then I started noticing them again as I have had to run kids back and forth to rehearsals, to jobs, to the dentist, or to find a COIVD test. And I kept seeing them--all distinct from the previous day. Then the sunrises came, too, as I drove to campus each morning. For several consecutive days I drove blinded by beauty. My mind drifted through all sorts of metaphors regarding life, death, resurrection, the afterlife (and breakfast). It's a wonder I did not crash.
Part III:
Part IV:
Right before I left the house, I saw an amazing sunset over the rooftops of my neighborhood. That became the inspiration for my amateur painting. After it was finished, I felt that it needed a poem, so I worked on that for the past few days. Now the desire to write and create and play is coming back!
Part V:
"Glory to Come"
Preparing
for His
night shift,
the
Master daubs the remnants
of
today’s palette
over
the blue-gray canvas,
sloshing
purple and pink;
and
with the waning light,
He
rinses His brushes
through
the clouds,
momentarily
spilling
orange gold
around
the edges.
The
slipping sun winks
before
sinking to black—
one
last promise
of
another masterpiece
to come.
Part VI:
As always, critiques and criticisms are welcome.
