The Colorado sunset this evening captivated us as it melted scarlet into the silver horizon. As we watched the last streaks of pink fade, dark clouds gathered. It began to rain. The moment was ethereal.
Sometimes the rain carries me to the eternal God Himself
whose shadow He deigned to shimmer
fading fragment—like a raindrop. When heaven and earth blend,
the atmosphere grows redolent with eternity. One minute picture
of that mix is rain and earth. Precipitation mingled with soil
takes on an irresistible scent. Before the heavens open,
the aroma is heavy and captivating; but there is a
compelling—earthy yet ethereal quality—in the smell—when water
from heaven first touches the dirt of earth. Those initial few
drops of a downpour fusing with common soil are bursting with life,
with potential. That aromatic blend—earth and first rain mingled—is
one fraction of forever: A symbol of eternity. It is a withering moment
that says, “Heaven and earth are inextricably bound, and God created
humankind in His image and intends for us to live forever.” God uses
withering moments and events to point to things that will last forever.
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This poem is full of stark contrasts. Constrast is one literary device I use. I don’t think it can be overused for that matter. After all God is to be greatly contrasted with mortal man, isn’t he? It is hard to create a sense of “smell” using poetry, but you did it. I can almost smell the new rain on dirt, and if I can’t it makes me want to.
Thanks, Lamar, you are very kind.