I call it “Hope in the Heavens.”
There’s something about a new moon that lifts my spirits and helps me believe that there’s always hope and always something grand to believe in.
Last night it occurred to me that perhaps I should start believing in myself … for the first time.
Nighttime is falling. Creatures are a foot. What is it? A dog? Sasquatch?
NO! It’s a bear! And he’s surveying the city skyline at sunset from the Denver Museum of Nature and Science.
“The stars are the streetlights of eternity.”
This was taken last summer on a peaceful summer’s night with a beautiful moonrise over the plains of Colorado.
Looking at it now, I’m reminded that for so many people in the world, the world may not be so beautiful.
Bless all the struggling and displaced refugees in all the war-torn areas of our world.
Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.
There’s gold in the hills of Colorado – and sometimes there’s gold in our skies, too.