Among a Growing Sunset

What can I say, poetry is the best form of therapy ever inspired by God through nature and given to man. Read on then... Amen



I miss you here tonight
Among a growing sunset
Where stars and silence overcome
and crackling camp fires consume
cares of daily life.

I miss our conversation
About every manner of thing
To hear your voice
Take in your smile
Knowing in my heart they will suffice
no matter crisis festering within
our minds and souls.

You have your life
And I mine
We are weaker for it
than a time once no more.

But in spite of all
God still calls me
into peaceful recesses of prayer
Where there is hope and joy;
A place promised for forevermore
Among a growing sunset.

- D. Wittler 2014