I saw a glimpse today
of that shining city on the hill,
a city with the streets of gold
high on the horizon on the mountainside
sun a flaming ball perched there
with tongues of orange and yellow,
rich crimsons and purples on distant hills,
living clouds
as sunset filled
my peripheral view
Seared into my memory
of the beauty of moving color
fleeting scene
before it fell behind those distant hills
melting into darkening sky
December 11, 2006 21:55
edited July 20, 2008, based on comments
from Chrissy Siggee, on faithwriters.com
received on 7/18.
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