Where I am Closest

Such beauty only to be stolen by darkness
Crimson paint that has stained your endless walls
Every heart captivated by each brush stroke
Reverie turns to awe as your blessed curtain of night falls

Pockets of light litter the dark blanket of heaven
My eyes turn to the sky, enraptured by your intricate art
Time slows to a crawl as I become entangled in your eternity
It is in this place that I feel closest to your heart


-Josh Killingsworth