White Sky

white feathers illustration

Photo by Aleksandr Slobodianyk

 

The galaxies in the Night’s heaven are like living poetry

Your beautiful idea happening right in front of me

The air is clear and crisp in a season of knowing

Joy and grief, tears and smiles the evidence of living

Love falling down like white feathers all around 

I cherish your gifts to me Oh God, I see you in utter Holiness

3 thoughts on “White Sky

  1. Oh wow, this is like a prayer! I like to go outside, at times when I can’t sleep, and look up at the stars and your words, “Your beautiful idea happening right in front of me”, describes it perfectly. 🙌

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