The Least Slice

The last least slice
of a dying moon
shows only briefly
through the thinning of the clouds.

The eastern edge
of a dark blue front
hangs just above the burning rim
of the eastern sky.

From the break between
sky and earth,
a slight fade of fire
filters up from the coming dawn
and burnishes the edge of clouds.

Their soft rumpling
carries the color but briefly,
clouds drift and cover the moon.

I know that soon,
a wide slate darkness
will cover the sky
and the tender blush of a rising sun
will fade.

But there is a Light
that lives within
and this is the day
that the Lord has made.

And I have chosen
to not pass through this day
obsessed with darkness.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Ark City, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-nine years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-eight grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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