poetry 101

This is a short poem that I wrote while reflecting on John 3:19-21


There's a certain sense of irony
When the moon slips quietly behind the trees
As the sun appears to reveal the shape of objects waiting
That shadows form behind those shapes
Retaining darkness as it's waning

The sun tries desperately to consume with light all that it can see
But it cannot illuminate what our shape shields from visibility

The day goes by and the sun grows dimmer and dimmer
And it too slips quietly behind the trees
As shadows blend into the sky
Silence and darkness once again override