The feathered pastel expanse
cut by that dim sharp slope
(cast in glowing gold from
Earth's eternal sunset, which
revolves around Her like a circlet)--
is His incidental gift to us,
His weary, woetide creatures,
obsessed with sins and meager triumphs
who somehow commonly disregard
this continent of sky
declaring His blessing and favor,
far above and by definition
across every horizon.
April 2016
Driving to a camping trip in the Appalachains, coming up through the Shenandoah Valley, the sky dominated my field of view, and thoughts.
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