Fluttering Life

I see the water-filled sky
and its broken light; I see its
clouds, swept milky-white.

We’re practicing looking up,
looking out and up
rather than forward and down,

and it’s working,
the veil
I’m almost seeing through

is a fluttering life lived imperfectly
within the vastness of
God’s big heart.


  1. Love this!! The “fluttering life lived imperfectly” is so true!! I love the ending as well. All these veils we “almost” see through is so succinct! The looking up and out and up goes so well with the sky/cloud image. Lovely poem with a powerful punch!!! Bravo!

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