It is almost dark.
A sweet dusk has descended.
The sky is pinkish, blue and gray.
The walkway lamps are lit.
I feel the cobblestone beneath my feet – hear the uneven surety of my steps.
I smell the blossoms on the many plants in full bloom, the trees are fragrant as they hang there unaware of how beautiful they are.
This is my favorite time of the day.
It is my walk time. My time to be with you.
This is the time when I reflect, pause and drink it in.
I have a prayer on my lips and thoughts in my mind.
We have walked this path many times before – you and I – and I know we shall walk it again.
It is at these times when I feel the surrounding canvas of your creation come alive and you speaking to me.
I have many questions in my prayers. It is here that I ask them.
I make firm resolves, I argue, I reason – and all the while I feel you with me.
My resolves are laughable – you know me so well
I reason that you have designed me and understand my many jumbled up emotions.
I argue with why things have to be the way they are.
And finally I am resigned to ask the questions anyway – even though you do not always answer.
In the beauty of this evening I feel your promise of many more just like this one.
And I drink it in – all of it.
I feel your grace in my life – things I do not deserve.
Those things you have allowed into my life, and those you have protected me from
And I am grateful – too full to speak
My footsteps are the only sound I hear as I walk along.
I am not alone.
Oh – the thought of it!
The Creator of this wonderful lamplight lane is walking with me.