One of the most beautiful moments of the day comes as the sun goes down, and the light is lost. We know the dark is coming, but for this brief time the sky is at its most glorious.
When have you found beauty in the presence of loss?
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When my very elderly Mom died in her own bed at our home in the early hours of a Spring day, and after her body had been dressed and gathered up by the staff of the memorial home for cremation, the early morning sunrise gently began its trip from the darker sky, the birds began their dawn chorus, and to me it was one of the most serene but sad experiences in my life. I put my experience into a poem in honor of the happening.