top of page
  • C. Bradley Owens

The Gloaming

There’s a time of day, just before night becomes, in which I feel powerful.

I could take on the entire world, during this brief expanse, I feel the presence in this moment.

I never feel the same, when the dawn breaks, the moment of power is fleeting.

Yet it will come again, just as the sun and moon vie, low over the horizon, it comes.

I relish that moment, when everything is possible, and I am one with my source. Published October 12 on the Ancient Paths Facebook page.

3 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All
bottom of page