My Sister’s Canon Rebel, 35 mm, 1/80 sec, F/5.6, hand held. Just finishing up a wonderful Christmas season family reunion meal at a local restaurant (‘The Cock of the Walk’) when I see this sunset happening through the window. What did I do? I borrowed the nearest camera and got busy – that’s what (smile). Ross Barnett Reservoir, Madison Ms, USA ©2011 Miles A Moody All Rights Reserved. Please refrain from duplicating this photographic work for any purpose without my written permission.
By MIles A Moody
Continued from Sunburst Love Song
“My song helped you to know that you were loved and soon you came to love yourself. Now, in answer to your truest prayer, you are challenged to love in the absence of my song.”
“It is difficult.”
“It is the answer to your greatest and truest prayer.”
“Then I will learn to love in the absence of your song.”
It was perhaps a thousand sunsets later when in the region of the man’s home the word spread of a great singer whose song could lift even the saddest of hearts. The people flocked into the region and every evening their hearts were gladdened by the poignancy of the song. A particularly lovely woman was among them and each day she remained behind to linger with the sunset and to converse with the singer. She and the singer were drawn to each other; they fell in love and grew aged in their time of happiness together.
One evening as they watched the sun go down a delicate little bird lit upon a branch and began to sing. “Do I know you?” asked the beautiful woman, now advanced in years.
“But of course, you know me, for we were the best of friends many many sunsets ago. I left you and you went searching for me until you found this man – the singer – who is your true love.” The little bird fluttered upon the veranda to alight upon the man’s hand. “Is she not the answer to your truest greatest prayer?”
“Yes, my dear old friend,” answered the man. “She is indeed. She is indeed.”