Today as I left the nursing home in a torrent of emotion, my eye caught sight of the sun blazing a pinkish hue, setting in the western sky across the snow-covered fields. I wanted a picture. This is the view from Dad's window. However, in the time it took for me to drive to the end of the home's driveway and back again, fumbling with my camera, the sun sank lower and lower out of view. The words slipped out of my mouth before I realized how poignant and symbolic they were: "it's gone before I was ready."
Life's evening sun is sinking low,
a few more days and I must go,
to meet the deeds that I have done,
where there will be no setting sun.
