Nightly Job Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking down streets at dusk, looking at the eastern
horizon, seeing the sun setting beneath the sky.

Deepening colors of orange, yellow, red and purple,
enveloping the atmosphere for miles around.

Painting beautiful pictures of heaven so we may see
what it will look like, at least somewhat.

Shadows lengthening as the sun moves slowly to earth,
going to it's nightly job on the other side of the world.

Looking around while still walking, thinking about life
and what we are doing here.

Never knowing from one moment to the next whether we will
live to enjoy the sunset of another day.

Or if it will be our own life setting upon heaven's next
horizon.