Twilight

Every Tuesday evening I play the organ for a church service at a retirement home. The attendees are always thrilled to see me come in. They thank me for coming and say they look forward to seeing me and hearing me play each week. They are generous with their gratitude. But I thank them for the privilege and blessing I get every time I go. These senior men and women are in their twilight years. It seemed appropriate that as I left, the sky was in its twilight. It reminds me of how beautiful these loving people are and I left again blessed.