Jared Crabtree
Photography and Poem By April Powls
GOLDEN HOUR
Light pooled in the windows of every still brick building
Water stained glasses caught the warm glow,
Eyes reflecting the same.
Stories, memories floated in the air;
they brushed past him as he walked.
Nearby a dog played gleefully with its owner
A dog well loved who could sniff out the trouble in one’s heart.
Several teens zipped by on scooters.
His dreams to help, to give kids a fighting chance.
In the distance, church bells rang
A deep care inside him for others
“Treat everyone as image-bearers of the Most High”
Road signs pointed off to unknown adventures.
A trip taken with the memory of a friend.
“It seemed like something my friend would have loved.”
He looked down the street at the fading sunlight,
At the roses full of life and beauty.
The light was perfect.
He chuckled. If only he had brought his camera.