Non-conformists don’t kneel!

Don’t we?

Well, not often. Not in church.

But there are times –
when a sunset glows and fills the sky
with yellow and orange and crimson
and fades slowly
till a sliver of gold lines the horizon
and the colour softens
to pink and silver, then dies
to the approaching darkness –
and you become aware
that you have held your breath
as the beauty held your eyes
and all you want to do is give thanks.


©Marjorie Dobson

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