Last night, half an hour after sunset,
my dog barked me into the yard to play.
I looked up to see if bats were flying yet.
A few fluttered by in ones and twos.
I watched for a bit before I recognized
the loveliness of the evening light.
The sky shimmered, the luminescent sheen
of blue silk surrounding a Madonna’s face,
wrapping her in a vibrant, holy light.
The sky held for a few moments, then
faded into a duller, sadder blue, finally
eclipsed by the gray of coming night.
I was reminded that beauty and sadness
are intertwined. Beauty awakens the soul
with wonder, but sadness must follow.
For the soul cannot bear for long
beauty’s exquisite flood of joy.