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.


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