My Sun
by Lillian Rowe
He shines brighter than a candle light.
No matter how dark or scary
I can always see his face,
illuminating against the
monsters he will soon cower before.
No summer is too hot,
nor winter too cold
since as long as I’m with him
I know we’ll be okay.
Because even though
seasons may change,
my love for him will
never differ.
An ekphrastic poem inspired by Benjamin West’s “The Nativity, ca.1796.
My prayers are all shown to be answered.
The long nights spent waiting for him
shrink down to a mere second,
the same length of time that it takes to feel
absolute tranquility
after seeing him resting.
He is my everything,
a melody my heart will always adore.
In his tiny fingers,
my universe holds.
I will cradle his dreams tight,
before he blossoms like the morning dew.
He is my anchor
to a ship that is hard to steer.
But he is my lighthouse
guiding me through the waters
I know I can no longer fear with him by my side.
So much uncertainty in the world,
yet I never feel uncertain about
how much I love him,
my sun.