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.
🙂
Smiles are always appreciated!!
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!
Thanks, Cynthia. It is a joy when we can see, and see well, God’s glory everywhere!
Amy Secrist 
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