The End of a Perfect Day

I recall an old song that began with "When you come to the end of a perfect day …" Every time the sun sets, golden and spectacular, it is the end of a perfect day. It is like God's signature at the end of His day. If we would acknowledge it, we might agree that each day has been nearly perfect, really.

It is so good to have that 24 hours again. It is a blessing just to be alive and enjoying His goodness. It's a joy just to share the love of friends. Need I mention that pleasure we derive just from watching the changes from day to day in nature—the verdant hillsides, the budding flowers, the growth of our shrubs, the peeping through the ground as our seeds take root and grow?

Oh, yes, each one is truly a perfect day. But most of all, in my opinion, are the glories of sunset. The sky is ablaze with gold. The whole western section of sky is alive with the splendor. And it seems as if peace is all around us. It is a quiet time. The birds are returning to their nests. Folks everywhere are joined together at their dinner tables. All is calm and peaceful—or so it seems to me.

I can recall, when in teachers’ college, walking back there from an afternoon of shopping. We young ladies were walking in a residential area. It seemed as if we could smell the good suppers being prepared and served to the waiting families. We'd hear the quiet chatter as parents and children were joined together, family fashion, in their cozy little homes, like birds in their evening nests. I never forgot that peaceful atmosphere. That's how sunset affects me, and at that time of day I not only become nostalgic, but yearn to share those precious moments with a kindred soul.