“A Black Mother Talks to God” is the title of the book my mother, Louise, self-published in 1988. And this is the photo from a few days ago that inspired me to search out the book, because it brought to mind this poem.
THE SUNSET
The sunset beautiful touches my soul
As I view archangels rise from the throne
Spread out their wings, dip their fingers in gold
And flood o’er the world to watch o’er God’s own.
The sun retires in its bed the Pacific.
The tinted sky reflects the peace of the sea.
O may my life set with rays that explicitly
Show the peace that God bestowed on me.
I’ll be at peace when I take my rest.
I’ll look back on the path I have trod.
Though my life will be gone, I will be blessed
For that path carried me upward to God.
O what a blessedness abides in the heart
Of her who sees her God in all, not part.
–by Rev. Louise Stroud
Oh boy Sharon, that is stunning.
Thank you, Marian.đź’—
Thanks for sharing that beautiful poem. Your mother must have been very special in her attunement and devotion— and her ability to express it so well in verse.