Some Campfire’s Love Poem

Some Campfire's Love Poem

Weary child, as evening 
casts your shadow long
across this pebbled bank

the sun, who held your face 
in daytime, selfless
omnipotent illuminator
who only told you true
for all of your life

who kissed your cheeks
and showed you how
to plant your feet down and
how to lift them up again

weary child, the sun is fading.
Draw near me now in reflection
and be held almost whole
in this unsettling hour.

Elizabeth Keefer, May 2021