Poetry

Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I
like something precious with a prefect hue,
 
as the presence of things pure and true
and over our own structures of love
like something precious with a prefect hue,
there is nothing shadowed from above.
 
Like something precious with a prefect hue,
the presence of the Eternal One
of every great thing that we can pursue,
we find ourselves imaged in His tone
 
Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I.