Watching the sunset fade reminded me of how I used to sit on the front steps as a teenager and compose poetry about God’s goodness. That porch, those sunsets, became the most peaceful and near-to-God place to be. In stirring up that intimate love with God, I find myself again on the porch. Writing.

When I look at you
Time somehow stands
Dressed in muted mauve
And bright golden strands

When I look at you
I am calmed inside
Though out of reach
You’re right by my side

When I look at you
The day slips away
The worries, they cease
The joys, they stay

When I look at you
My breath becomes steady
You reach for a hug
My heart is ready

When I look at you
A smile alights my face
With my eyes fixed wide
Your smile I trace

When I look at you
I can’t help but sigh
Fill your ear with dreams
My questions of “when” and “why”

When I look at you
The barriers of time
They’re no feat at all
To preview and rewind

When I look at you
Things dull come alive
They grow sweeter and richer
Like well-aged wine

When I look at you
You’re already looking at me
It’s enough to be yours
Captivated and free

When I look at you
In every sunset gone dark
There remains like an ember
The scene in my heart

When I look at you
I’m far from alone
At rest in your arms
Completely at home

-Abigail Wiggins, written July 1, 2020