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Oct 2020
SUNRISE

The eoan skies of early morning have always
captivated me, their milky blue soft presence
presages hope of another day. Stars that were
there just moments ago have disappeared. The
sun will ascend slowly. There is a sunrise in every
life. For most, it is fraught with keen anticipation
of good and happy times, a precusor of future
fruitful endeavors. But these propitious moments
are not shared by everyone. On earth, sunrises
never come to millions and millions of unborn beings.
Many call abortion a woman's productive right. I call
it ******. Yes, there are overriding reasons to take
a human life:  ****, ******, an imminent threat to a
mother's life. But never should it be used as a
convenient form of contraception, though, of course,
it is. A malady of many. Love is the motif of sunrises.
Loving is the message a sunrise brings as it continues
into day. Soon the sunrise will disappear as did the
stars, but its promise will be realized by billions as the
sun climbs higher in what is now a bright, blue sky.


HIGH NOON

High noon is when the sun is directly
above your head. The sun is at the apex
of its ascension. A man's high noon is
the precious period when he is most
promising and productive, the center cut,
as it were, of his adult life. His children
are growing and learning. His marriage
has found equilibrium.. His worries are
at low ebb. He is at the golden time of his
life, just as the sun shines brightest at high
noon. He is reaching stars that are not yet
in the sky. His is one of satifaction and
self-pride. Enjoy it he should. He has
earned his high noon.


SUNSET

Sunset is when the sun is falling from
the sky. For a man, it can be a time of
retrospection, a time to evaluate one's
life, one's successes and defeats. It can
be a time of an intimacy unlike that of
much earlier years, a close, quiet time
with the one he has loved for a lifetime.
The pain of sorrows and sufferings of
the now distant past have abated. He is
left in the glow of his yearnings and
earnings. He would wish to apologize
for all his mistakes and misgivings, but
he also deserves to be proud of his
many good deeds and generosities.
His is a time before night falls. His
sunset is a time for silent appreciation,
and yes, applause.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
Written by
TOD HOWARD HAWKS  80/M/Boulder, CO
(80/M/Boulder, CO)   
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