Sunset of Wonder

The scarlet sea is almost calm tonight. The sinking sun splashes its fiery rays over the billowing flame-tinged waves as red-stained sails stretch full to catch the lively saltatory breeze and meander their surest way back to their safest sanctuary. Aloft the snow-capped mountains send a few rumbles of an impending storm. Fleecy clouds race one another as swallows play their last undaunted game before the tranquil day comes to a close. Is not this a sunset of wonder? A time when suddenly you feel you're not alone? For all around is nature unaffected, clean and pure, a blazing beauty so rare that somehow, to me, it spells there's something more those rules that guard and guide the universe in its heavenly melodious motion, a singing of harmonious mellifluous cords that urges man to free himself from wanton worldly cares, and give himself more an intimate relationship with the One who created all. Is it but a passing moment? Or should I strive to capture that one fleeting heavenly rapture, an urge of fleeting tender compassion, and give heartfelt thanks to my Almighty Lord?