Smudges of charcoal smeared against the skies, cotton continents soundless flies.
Powder bluffs of baby blue, grumbling thunder heads hurling spears of lighting too.
Another world rules overhead where eagles soar and condors seek the dead.
Or is there more than what I see, heaven’s scroll unfurling teaching endlessly?
Enthralled I peer past the hazy ridge crowned with Heaven’s circle bridge.
A writhing wreath, a feathery embroidered ring do I stand beneath a living thing?
Or maybe God is finger painting for our delight, his goodnight kiss before the night?
Or is the quilt drifting high above shifting scenes of hate and love?
An endless play of dark and light a mirrored rainbow of man’s earthly plight
Or I wonder could it be are we but fish and overhead an undiscovered astral sea?
