Small Gift at the End of a Dark Day

A second day of January drizzle
began to fizzle out under a low gray dome
over northeastern Kansas.

In the dim light of fading day,
there wasn’t much to say of any difference
between the nearest ridge of trees
and those a mile or more away:
details were lost in the dim haze.

As the fading began to ease into darkness,
and I looked at the break 
between the nearest neighbor’s house
and her garage,
I saw what I thought at first must be a mirage—
a thin slice of orange light
pried from between the hard edge of the earth
and the darkest blue of overhanging sky.

It held there, warm and soft,
just a bit of brightness in two days of slouching clouds,
and yet lasting long enough
to make me think of a Greater Light,
bright as day above the low heavens
of this world’s passing storms.

It reminded me, too, of how little it takes
to ease the darkness of a dismal day:
a friendly wave, a gentle smile,
an encouraging comment in that long, last mile
that we had thought we were walking
alone and unseen.

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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