Backwards Looking Sunset

Every evening cars line up at Harlinsdale Farm

On a ridge with Western view overlooking its fields and barn

A BMW, a black SUV, two Hondas and a Jeep

they all look west toward the view of sunset bright and sweet

I joined that crowd this evening and thought I would look there too

Instead a sight caught my eye of even lovelier hue

While everyone stared ahead at those waning golden skies

I looked behind me to the East and found myself surprised

For there I saw in majesty a purple clouded bank

Of billowing, bold transcendency imbued with vibrant pink

No one seemed to see it, fixed on where they always look

But I could not turn my eyes away, my very breath it took

People often seem to see the bright prestige and story

They look when someone says here you will find glory

But stop my friend and turn away, look at the other side

There’s a treasure to be found although it often hides

If you change your view and see the world through Jesus’ loving eyes

The colors through which you see your life will lead to a greater prize

So remind yourself at the end of a day filled with goals unmet

Sometimes the best view in life is a backwards looking sunset