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...
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