Sunset

Reading a book by a Benedictine nun at the moment called 'A Tree Full of Angels' in which she sees a vision of said tree early one morning. Tonight I saw it too. Feeling opressed by a day inside, I was urged to go outside and walk, late though it was. The sun was about to dip behind the western mountains, and it broke through the low cloud and streamed across the natural bowl of this city, striking the sides of the skeletal trees dead from the past drought and the beautiful bark of the living ones, burnishing them in gold. The leaves looked like dripping fire and the spirit of God moved across the whole and filled the scene with intense beauty. Here it is, behind every scene that appears moribund, if only we would search into its depths. Let us not forget this truth.