Sky
by Paul Purdayhttps://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/PaulPurdayPaintings?ref=seller-platform-mcnav
I looked towards the sky and wondered at the clouds
Infinite shapes of ragged cloth and weaving
Across the shining sapphire patchwork and its shrouds
That fill the heavens with breath towards the evening.
The sinking sun, so orange, that it's burning orb will
Stab its lurid streaks of fire, the day departing
The burning embers sprinkle sparks of stars and fill
Soon-coming night's own tapestry imparting.
What is this life that we look up towards the sky?
And wonder what the dome contains above the ceiling
What's 'up above the clouds' beyond the human eye?
Yet all around His Majesty we're seeing.
He is the only One who has been always there
Beyond all thrones, principalities and nations
In Him we live and breathe His pure eternal air
He is the wondrous firstborn of creation.
We live in time and space, and mostly 'see' that way
So often unaware that He's as close as breathing
His breath is our's, life-giving to our clay
That glorious Life, a Loom in us is weaving
So when we see the sky in all its different moods
That's like a ceiling-paper on our seeing
Finally we know, it's not our attitudes
But He alone, the Star through all our being.
This poem was a finalist in the
October 2024 poetry contest
