Sunsets are not for everyone, and I have met a few people who don’t like them at all, but to me they have always been the time to stake stock of the day and count my blessings.
I survived another day.
I made it through in once piece.
On good days I look out and see everything in technicolor. On bad days, when the world becomes too difficult to deal with, life looks miserable. A dark and gloomy soul will ruin my horizon and desperation becomes my viewfinder.
Then there are reasons and seasons when I fool myself to believe that everything is relatively balanced, but the reality is that the shadows that loom above and beneath me govern the true nature of my moods.There are times one simply has to step back and find a new perspective on things. It is easy to get caught up in the small confines of the mind or the daunting standards of others.
There is always a light somewhere, a ray of hope to guide me out – if only I could hold on a little longer. The inner peace and understanding of the greater picture takes precedence over the technicalities of life, but there is always that interim time that I struggle with on a daily basis.
When near the end of day, life has drained
Out of light, and it is too soon
For the mind of night to have darkened things,
No place looks like itself, loss of outline
Makes everything look strangely in-between,
Unsure of what has been, or what might come.
In this wan light, even trees seem groundless.
In a while, it will be night, but nothing
Here seems to believe the relief of dark.
You are in this time of the interim
where everything seems withheld.
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
The old is not old enough to have died away;
The new is still too young to be born.
You cannot lay claim to anything;
In this place of dusk,
Your eyes are blurred;
And there is no mirror.
Everyone else has lost sight of your heart
And you can see nowhere to put your trust;
You know you have to make your own way through.
As far as you can, hold your confidence.
Do not allow your confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might come free
From all you had outgrown.
What is being transfigured here is your mind
And it is difficult and slow to become new,
The more faithful you can endure here
The more refined your heart will become
For your arrival in the new dawn.
– John O’Donohue “For The Interim Time”
(from the book Benedictus)