Almost every day I walk 2-6 km. A few years ago I lived in a mountain range called Gariwerd, where every evening I would go for my walk and watch the sun go down. Living in the mountains we experienced at least 2 hours less daylight than people who lived outside of the range. I ended up missing the sun’s presence in my life and took every opportunity I could to bath in the last light of the day. I wrote this poem as a way of remembering what it felt like looking up at the mountains as the light dissapeared and darkness descended.
The Last Light of the Day
The last light of the day,
Climbs over the mountain.
A gentle crescent of light,
Saying farewell to the rocks and the trees.
Far, far away –
The light looks so otherworldly,
Like light from another sun.
As it rises,
Each rock and tree
Catches on fire
And it’s essence burns brightly.
I can see God in that light.
God burning brightly,
From it’s own inextinguishable being –
And I am stunned into wonder.
My heart settles into a place beyond words.
A place where light creates space,
A space where light awakens the mind –
To the light within.
© R.J. Hudson 2015.