Raised eye brows
white on pale blue
without a wink.
We, underneath
pray silent
and under stands
of trees welcome
shade as well
as the light.
Hold the swallow
wings in the curve
of today
and sing praise
of the endless sky
to the Thou of I.
“Hallelujah! Praise God in his holy house of worship, praise him under the open skies…” Psalm 150 The Message
Blanket emotion
Buried deep down in the sky
Sheds its weight on us
Caps of cumulus grab the first light
and float like golden vanilla scoops.
Blue grey fitted sheets crawl
beneath the infusion of pastels.
The sun brush strokes a new day.
When I close my eyes the leaves,
combed with cooler breezes,
mimic waves from Lake Michigan.
The blue noise settles my soul
and I receive this gift of Another.
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“Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning;
Great is Your faithfulness.
‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul,
‘Therefore I hope in Him!’”
Lamentations 3:22-24 The New King James Bible
Gerald the Writer 