Friday, May 23, 2014

Gold and Silver in The Skies

A few years ago, my brother Greg and I embarked on an adventure up the hill to the top of our neighborhood. With us we took my father’s digital camera, a simple point-and-shoot that had a knack for capturing sunsets well. As a storm rolled across the sky and the sun set, the sky all around blazed with orange, red and gold glory. Possessing a mutual fascination with sunsets—and the sky in general—my brother and I were not about to let this moment pass us by.

This was one of our first escapades to catch the sunset, but certainly not our last.

The sky passes us by so quickly that it’s easy to forget that it’s never the same. It’s easy to forget that every sunset is uniquely different and beautiful. We take all of the creativity and majesty in the sky for granted. I’ve never seen a sunset that hasn’t failed to take my breath away. I’ve never regretted an evening spent strolling through the familiar winding roads of my hometown neighborhood, watching the sky.

“Wouldn’t it be cool to be in a sunset?” My brother Greg said wistfully during another evening of meandering down the same roads in the same neighborhood like we had done so many times before and yet this evening everything felt as new and alive as if it had just arrived and we had just discovered it. As the sun sank into the sky, the western horizon faded from a brilliant gold to a soft red, casting a pink hue on the world.

“I mean, just think how amazing that would be to be inside of that?” My brother reiterated and I concurred silently.

As different as we were and as little as we seemed to have in common at times, we both didn't mind feeling small. In fact, we rather enjoyed it. When beholding such awesome beauty, it’s humbling to realize that nothing you do will ever measure up to or exceed what has already been done. None of the pictures you paint or songs you sing can ever capture or compete with that glory.

And it’s so liberating to realize that they don’t have to.

I don’t have to try and make myself into someone worthy of the Creator of sunsets.

All I have to do is be still and know.

We took our sweet time down by the lake,
By the time we got home it was dark.
And we sang in the forest to ward off the fear,
With no light to guide us save the joy in our hearts.

And a storm was brewing on the northern horizon,
A tumultuous cloud of unrest.
You said, "take my hand sister, turn your face to the west.
Leave this rage behind, we'll chase sunsets instead." 

'Cause there's gold and silver to be had in the skies,
But if you keep your eyes down, you'll never be satisfied.
So when my heart rages like the storms in the sky,
I will turn my face to the west and chase sunsets instead.

You were as quiet as a morning sky,
As perceptive as the sun at noonday.
And as the demons they thronged, you turned the radio on.
You said, "Dani, isn't this the perfect song?"

Lift your eyes from the ground,
Even when the rain is pouring down.
Lift your eyes from the ground.
There is glory and gold breaking through the cold!

© Dani Fisher 2014

Photo Credit: Greg Fisher 2010

6 comments :

  1. Oh, Dani! This is so beautiful. Yes, I do know this wonderful thrill at the glory of sunsets - the wonderful, throat-catching wonder of their splendor, and that feeling of being lost in their beauty. He is indeed the Creator of the sunsets, and it is lovely to remember that we 'be still and know' that He is God!

    This poem is lovely, Dani; it stirred me deeply and I really loved reading it. Thank you for sharing :).

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    1. Thank you, Joy! I'm glad you enjoyed it. This poem was particularly special to me and it's well on it's way to getting turned into a song. God bless!

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  2. Beautiful, beautiful girl, you have a heart that's even more beautiful. Simple words, but such profound truth. It's amazing how soothing and reassuring God's creation can be when we feel overwhelmed with the torrents of life and sin. I can remember always stepping outside, sometimes no further than my backyard, to wander and pray aloud whenever I felt dry or weary. To some extent, the Romantic poets had it right: nature does comfort and heal. But that comfort is nothing when we don't recognize that it comes from the greatest Comforter. This epistle was the perfect balm to my heart. And your snatch of poetry at the end — I think I'm going to print it out and hang it in my bedroom as a reminder.

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    1. Yes and amen! Thank you, Elizabeth. I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem. God bless!

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  3. Lovelovelove!! This was such a beautiful reminder. Thank you for sharing ^_^

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  4. Those are the best moments. Dad and I had many of those on our autumn backpacking trip--I brought a camera, but my attempts to fit all that beauty onto a tiny, cracked LCD screen were pitiful at best.
    Beautiful poem, too! I can't wait to hear the whole thing with music.

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