At Sunset

The sky is cast in Heaven’s forge With pourings of molten sun. Clouds rise like steam from the furnace gorge As liquid colors start to run. Bright yellow light is liquefied And spills from the bubbling pot. It illuminates the countryside In places where the shadows are not. The blazing orange of the burning sky Is rimmed around with a golden band, Like an ingot just poured and set nearby It slowly cools over the darkening land. The fire then dies and the furnace cools And all the day’s labors are now complete. At rest are God’s celestial tools And the glowing embers at His Feet.