The Shining Pathway

Evening Sky in October
by Rev. Lawrence Keister

Look upon the twilight clouds,
Eastward they are marching;
Blue is breaking through the rifts
In the overarching.

Changing forms work silently
As by nature's magic,
For these Autumn breezes know
Nothing wild or tragic.

Banners show their artistry,
While the legion passes;
Showing, too, how nature's work,
Huan work outclasses.

Wisps and fragments still remain
As the sky is clearing,
Just to signal to the stars,
For their next appearing.