The Least Slice

The last least slice
of a dying moon
shows only briefly
through the thinning of the clouds.

The eastern edge
of a dark blue front
hangs just above the burning rim
of the eastern sky.

From the break between
sky and earth,
a slight fade of fire
filters up from the coming dawn
and burnishes the edge of clouds.

Their soft rumpling
carries the color but briefly,
clouds drift and cover the moon.

I know that soon,
a wide slate darkness
will cover the sky
and the tender blush of a rising sun
will fade.

But there is a Light
that lives within
and this is the day
that the Lord has made.

And I have chosen
to not pass through this day
obsessed with darkness.

H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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