As a mother kissing goodnight to her child
I stand on the rocks and feel the wind
caressing my cheek ever so mild.
I look around and know that this is God's way
of calling on the night and ending the day.
The colors mix, weather pale or bright
and off of the golden clouds reflects the light.
At this moment all of the world stops to see
and every creature ponders how something so beautiful can be.
At this moment not a sound is heard,
except the slow soft calling of a bird,
for such beauty cannot be expressed by word.
This beauty delves down into the depths of the sea
and reaches in, touching the very soul of me.
Stealing from my world my pain and sorrow,
it leads me on a golden path to a bright new tomorrow.
-Poem by Sheila Rose Fitzpatrick-
