Magical colors in the morning and evening sky,
are more than reflections of the same event.
The rising and setting of the sun are portals;
one, a window on man’s senses –
one, a doorway to his dreams.
Lovers of sunrise rejoice in the resurrection of light,
Some primal fear of darkness, quickly forgotten –
They see again, a bright familiar world of colors,
Movement and promise.
Dawn heralds man’s hunger to survive.
Hunting and grasping and toiling among the known,
to keep the belly full and danger at bay.
Sunset awakens a different longing.
The heat and tumult of day recedes,
on a path toward stillness and fantasy.
Sight dims. Colors fade. Sounds reign.
Reality lets loose its form, and a vast darkness,
beyond human comprehension is revealed.
Twilight shows man his blindness.
Mysterious threads rise up.
Chanting and praying and dancing by firelight,
he fills his lonely heart with bits of eternity.
Daybreak may reveal life's wonder,
but, man first conceived divinity at night.
On his back, on some hilltop,
as the world around him disappeared
and a cloud of lights filled the inky sky,
man gazed into the impenetrable space beyond
and felt the emptiness within
and, true to his nature, named both "God".
And, was content with that.
