Sonnet from the Shadowlands

The sun declines in western sky. WithdrawnAre clarity of light and hue; brought on,Long shadows, foggy veils, the sacred hushOf darkling valley, far from pastures lush.The golden hour rays play hide and seek,Illuminate her face with glorious peekOf unveiled radiance. Then it flies away;The light of smiling eyes fades, vesperal gray.Sundowning steals her stories; details dim,Degrade, and recombine in moment’s whim.The twilight of unknowing steals the oneWho knew me knit together, blood and bone.In Shadowlands, I clasp my hands round hers,Here, side by side, as gathering dusk sight blurs.Thanks for reading crumbs from His table fellowship! This post is public so feel free to share it.Related posts:Your prayers for my family would be greatly appreciated as we remember the first anniversary of my mother’s Homegoing this weekend. We grieve, and we hope in the resurrection of our transformed bodies at the Lord’s return. With Mom in the presence of the Christ who dwells even now in us who know Him, she is hidden from our gaze and our embrace, but never truly lost. The closer we draw to our Lord, the nearer we are to our loved ones who have preceded us into His presence. Courage, dear hearts. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit crumbsfromhistable.substack.com