Growing Dark

I wrote this poem overlooking the ocean just after sunset. It is a reflection on beauty and loss, and how the vanity of the world touches all of us (like Ecclesiastes). I hope it brings up similar emotions in you, and that you can bring those to Jesus with me. 

Sometimes night falls when you least expect

And the clouds roll in 

Blocking the sunset

And all you can do is sit and sip on 

All the things you've left undone

And the waves that might have come

Carrying driftwood kingdoms

To begging hands

[And just so] the sunset darkens before your eyes

But beauty only ashes tithe 

Which sweeping breezes blow away to vacant skies

Life begins to bleed into the lies we've been living in

Our little hovels 

How they hold us

Dull and lifeless

Away from love and kissing lips

Away from pain and betrayer's kiss

And here I sit in darkest night contemplating what might have been

And why it isn't exactly what I thought might be

No

It seems to echo over the siloettes 

And pierce me with a touch of meaninglessness

Hoping for a hand to hold in the shade

But it only seems to grow darker these days...