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Scarcely had we entered the house, when my sister-in-law suggested we take two days to go to a rocky point jutting into the Pacific Ocean. Trying to be a considerate guest, I agreed to go along.
After an hour of city traffic, we drove down dusty sideroads through cactus country. Eventually we found the outcropping by the ocean and walked down for a swim.
Before our eyes the horizon changed. As the sun came to rest at the end of the day, the whole firmament was bathed in colour. Vast stretches of water reached up to the setting sun. First it was a huge red ball, then radiant rose and purple. Gazing at the splendour, we were awed and scarcely spoke. Bright stars came out and the purple became black velvet night. Soon we slept peacefully.
A wild bird's cry lured me out at dawn. The arrival of the sun was heralded in splendid hues. The view had wiped away the exhaustion of the long road. I was filled with exhilaration and praise.
For all the beauty of the earth, the daily dawn and glorious set of sun, we shout your praise, O Lord.
This one is by Hilda J. Born from Abbotsford, B.C.
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