Pressing On

But one thing I do:
forgetting what lies behind and
straining forward to what lies ahead,
I press on toward the goal for the prize of
the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

— Philippians 4:13

A Field at Evening

Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon
Like a magician extended his golden wand o’er the landscape;
Twinkling vapors arose; and sky and water and forest
Seemed all on fire at the touch, and melted and mingled together.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow