Sunrise Sunset

When I was a little girl, Mama would call us outside to see a beautiful sunset (or sometimes sunrise). I guess we all love to see them but I think she had a special affinity for the beauty of the sunset and I'm glad I "inherited" her love of sunrises and sunsets.

Once when we were campers, we camped at Hunting Island State Park. I got up early one morning and went to the beach, taking a shot about every two-three minutes for the 30 minutes or so that it took the sun to rise. I have a series of these photos and they are beautiful. To people who admire these photos, I say, "how can you mess up a beautiful sunrise."

Some of the most beautiful sunrises I see are in the lives of my children. Who would have thought that the 7# 11oz. baby I held on June 27, 1967 would be the beautiful Diana/wife/mother/cheerleader for her children that we love today. Did I even dream that Charlie would have grown into the fine Christian man that he is? Did I hope that my 9# 2 oz. Kristy would be the wonderful wife, mother and missionary that she is? Did I dare to wish for Maggie to be my friend and love me so much? I probably couldn't have planned my children's lives to turn out any more satisfying than they have. In them, God created His most precious (to me) sunrises.


Is this the little girl I carried?
Is this the little boy at play?

I don't remember growing older
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty?When did he get to be so tall?

Wasn't it yesterday
When they were small?

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset

Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears