The idea of this post popped into my head during and after a three-mile walk through our neighborhood this morning. Because the many shades of green, the multitude of flowers, and all the birds, bunnies, and squirrels flitting and scattering around under a bright, blue sky stirred up the word, splendor, in my brain. It’s a word that means “magnificent and splendid appearance; grandeur.” And, also according to the dictionary, it originated in “late Middle English: from Anglo-Norman French splendur or Latin splendor, from splendere ‘shine, be bright’.” OK, consider that. And then consider the splendor of the King. Not just any ol’ king. I mean THE King. So, I’m talkin’ about the splendor of the King who shines brighter than the sun. King David wrote a mighty complimentary song about this. He said, “One generation shall praise Your works to another, And shall declare Your mighty acts. I will meditate on the glorious splendor of Your majesty, And on Your wondrous works.” So, you could say that was a king who recognized and acknowledged the true King. But you don’t have to. Because I just did. Yeah, David wrote a lot of songs about his Creator. Because David realized, there is only ONE who can speak things that never were into existence. And I’m confident, as I look at and remember scenes like the ones I saw on our morning walk, that I feel the same awe David felt as he looked closely at this world. Or at least a similar awe. Anyway… Once the word popped into my brain, I remembered a sonnet I wrote a couple of years ago as I enjoyed an example of the splendor of the King. Yes, real men write sonnets. And only a light-in-his-loafers luddite would say otherwise. If you’re not included in that group, enjoy this… Sunset Sonnet My liberated heart can spread its wings And consume these smoky sunrays today. My thirsty eyes soak in all the splendor, Before this mountain moment fades away, My mind enters this twilight lucid dream And pauses to create a déjà vu. A thousand thankful thoughts rise up to God, Who helps me write this short story to you. The words become a precipice to me, A rocky peak of pictures in my brain. Reality or not? Now, I wonder How long I’ll wander through this vast terrain. Long enough for me to write this sonnet, While the setting sun’s light is upon it. © 2022 Enjoy the exhilarating feeling of splendor, when you jump on the Rhyme and Reason Bandwagon. Don’t put it off another second. Get some complimentary goodies now: https://www.TonyFunderburk,com Stay tuned,