Beautiful creation

I'm sitting under an orange diluted sky this evening. The breeze races by me in that hurried way it does at the end of each day in hilly Ibadan. I have been thinking about life and so many possibilities. I have compelling reasons to believe that we are not alone in this universe. Take this sunset that is slowly forming before me in the western skies. A mixture of colors; blue in the background, permuted by that orange that keeps going from orange to yellow and back again. There is never a total way to describe a sunset. It is indescribable. It is there to be looked at, witnessed, felt or savored. But never to be described. Because you are supposed to be speechless when you see it. You are supposed to be awed into silence and sobriety. In that brief moment, beauty is caught in its rawest, purest and untouchable essence, you should be reminded of your mortality. I know someone is dying at this moment. And when they are gone they can never take with them that infinite blanket of glorious sky. But someone is also born. And that child is welcome to bask in, share in, and learn from that token of Gods love to mankind. I talk too much. I should be like God. We all should be like him. He's said everything he wants to say to us. His voice is so loud in the sunset that it is even deafening. He speaks still, in a language we all can understand no matter where or when we are. Yesterday, today or tomorrow. No matter what we are going through, he keeps speaking to us. He is the source of that cool breeze that swept the through the shade this afternoon. He made that water so cold for your hot lungs the other time. He is in the smile of that caring mother. The goodness of a stranger. He is the reassuring hope that is stronger than the terrible wickedness of men. He is so big the universe cannot contain him. Yet, he sees me. There's so much noise on the earth nowadays. It is drowning everything good. Still, if you listen without prejudice, you will hear reason. Can you hear Him? - Otareri Enoh Samuel
Caleb Ogweh
I'm sitting under an orange diluted sky this evening. The breeze races by me in that hurried way it does at the end of each day in hilly Ibadan.
I have been thinking about life and so many possibilities. I have compelling reasons to believe that we are not alone in this universe.
Take this sunset that is slowly forming before me in the western skies. A mixture of colors; blue in the background, permuted by that orange that keeps going from orange to yellow and back again.
There is never a total way to describe a sunset. It is indescribable.
It is there to be looked at, witnessed, felt or savored.
But never to be described. Because you are supposed to be speechless when you see it. You are supposed to be awed into silence and sobriety.
In that brief moment, beauty is caught in its rawest, purest and untouchable essence, you should be reminded of your mortality.
I know someone is dying at this moment. And when they are gone they can never take with them that infinite blanket of glorious sky.
But someone is also born. And that child is welcome to bask in, share in, and learn from that token of Gods love to mankind.
I talk too much.
I should be like God. We all should be like him.
He's said everything he wants to say to us. His voice is so loud in the sunset that it is even deafening.
He speaks still, in a language we all can understand no matter where or when we are. Yesterday, today or tomorrow. No matter what we are going through, he keeps speaking to us.
He is the source of that cool breeze that swept the through the shade this afternoon. He made that water so cold for your hot lungs the other time. He is in the smile of that caring mother. The goodness of a stranger.
He is the reassuring hope that is stronger than the terrible wickedness of men. He is so big the universe cannot contain him. Yet, he sees me.
There's so much noise on the earth nowadays. It is drowning everything good. Still, if you listen without prejudice, you will hear reason.
Can you hear Him?
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